Be secret and discreet; the fairy favors are lost when not concealed.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.