Opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.
And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.
The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.
Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns