All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.
Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.
Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.
On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.