Men are but children of a larger growth.
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
For danger levels man and brute And all are fellows in their need.
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.