That power Which erring men call Chance.

Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.

Chaos umpire sits And by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all.

The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.

But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.

Where shame is, there is also fear.