The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.
Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
A lion may die of an ass's kick.
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.
Fair or foul the lot apportioned life on earth, we bear alike.
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.