What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?
He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Ah, tell them they are men!
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.
Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.