Instinct Is A Great Matter.

In Scorn Of Nature, Art Gave Lifeless Life.

By A Divine Instinct, Men's Minds Mistrust Ensuing Danger; As, By Proof, We See The Waters Swell Before A Boisterous Storm.

Love's Mind Of Judgment Rarely Hath A Taste: Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

My Will Enkindled By Mine Eyes And Ears, Two Traded Pilots 'twixt The Dangerous Shores Of Will And Judgment.

The Barge She Sat In, Like A Burnish'd Throne, Burnt On The Water.