All, As They Say, That

Welcome, Thou Kind Deceiver! Thou Best Of Thieves; Who, With An Easy Key, Dost Open Life, And, Unperceived By Us, Even Steal Us From Ourselves.

Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The State.

Thus, While The Mute Creation Downward Bend Their Sight, And To Their Earthly Mother Ten, Man Looks Aloft; And With Erected Eyes Beholds His Own Hereditary Skies.

All Objects Lose By Too Familiar A View.

And He, Who Servilely Creeps After Sense, Is Safe, But Ne'er Will Reach An Excellence.