But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists.

Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity

Good to forgive, Best to forget.

The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.