Nature And Nature's Laws Lay

In Pride, In Reas'ning Pride, Our Error Lies; All Quit Their Sphere And Rush Into The Skies. Pride Still Is Aiming At The Bless'd Abodes, Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods.

Old Men, For The Most Part, Are Like Old Chronicles That Give You Dull But True Accounts Of Times Past, And Are Worth Knowing Only On That Score.

Fondly We Think We Honor Merit Then, When We But Praise Ourselves In Other Men.

Charm Strikes The Sight, But Merit Wins The Soul.

This Long Disease, My Life.