What bosom beast not in his country's cause?

Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.

Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare They fall, and leave their little lives in air.

How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

He best can paint them who shall feel them most.

The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.

Avoid Extremes; and shun the fault of such Who still are pleas'd too little or too much.