The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.
Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.
Once more on my adventure brave and new.
Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.
Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.