A God alone can comprehend a God.
The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
With fame, in just proportion, envy grows.