Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.

Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.

The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.

The enormous faith of many made for one.

Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.