What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.
Who knows but the world may end tonight
Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.
To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.
Death: the grand perhaps.
The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.