Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!

Who knows most, doubts most.

The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means.

A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.

Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.

Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.