All extremes does perfect reason flee, And wishes to be wise quite soberly.
One can be well-bred and write bad poetry
I might, by chance, write something just as shoddy; But then I wouldn't show it to everybody.
He who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.
Its as if you think you'd never find Reason and the Sacred intertwined
How easily a fathers tenderness is recalled, and how quickly a son's offenses vanish at the slightest word of repentance!