Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.
Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
Wishing of all employments is the worst
Man maketh a death which Nature never made.
Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?
We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.