Pride, Where Wit Fails, Steps

The Meeting Points The Sacred Hair Dissever From The Fair Head, Forever, And Forever! Then Flashed The Living Lightning From Her Eyes, And Screams Of Horror Rend Th' Affrighted Skies.

That Each From Other Differs, First Confess; Next That He Varies From Himself No Less.

Others Import Yet Nobler Arts From France, Teach Kings To Fiddle, And Make Senates Dance.

Our Proper Bliss Depends On What We Blame.

The Search Of Our Future Being Is But A Needless, Anxious, And Haste To Be Knowing, Sooner Than We Can, What, Without All This Solicitude, We Shall Know A Little Later.