Lo, What Huge Heaps Of

On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail. Reasons The Card, But Passion The Gale.

What Dire Offence From Am'rous Causes Springs, What Mighty Contests Rise From Trivial Things.

On Wings Of Wind Came Flying All Abroad.

Presumptuous Man! The Reason Wouldst Thou Find,why Form'd So Weak, So Little, And So Blind?first, If Thou Canst, The Harder Reason Guess,why Form'd No Weaker, Blinder, And No Less!ask Of Thy Mother Earth, Why Oaks Are Madetaller Or Stronger Than The Weeds They Shade?or Ask Of Yonder Argent Fields Above,why Jove's Satellites Are Less Than Jove?

Heaven Gave To Woman The Peculiar Grace To Spin, To Weep, And Cully Human Race.