Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
The difference is too nice - Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.
All nature is but art unknown to thee.
At ev'ry word a reputation dies.
Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
The cabinets of the sick and the closets of the dead have been ransacked to publish private letters and divulge to all mankind the most secret sentiments of friendship.