Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
There never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead.
And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.