How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.
Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!
From Harmony, from heav'nly Harmony. This universal Frame began.