Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the Gods; but would have Mortals hear; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their Religion has been one.

And friend received with thumps upon the back.

An undevout astronomer is mad.

By all means use some time to be alone.

Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.

Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?

We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.