Beware Of The Fury Of The Patient

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.

By Education Most Have Been Misled; So They Believe, Because They Were Bred. The Priest Continues Where The Nurse Began, And Thus The Child Imposes On The Man.

For What Can Power Give More Than Food And Drink, To Live At Ease, And Not Be Bound To Think?

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.

For All The Happiness Mankind Can Gain Is Not In Pleasure, But In Rest From Pain.