But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
Wit in conversation is only a readiness of thought and a facility of expression, or a quick conception and an easy delivery.
For critics, as they are birds of prey, have ever a natural inclination to carrion.