[The] public path of life Is dirty.

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.

Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!

A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.

Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!

There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small; because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.

It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!