A God all mercy is a God unjust.
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.
Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!