Earth has not anything to show more fair.

Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.

Let Nature be your teacher

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.

Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil.