Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.
It is sure the hardest science to forget!
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.