It Was That Fatal And Perfidious Bark,

The Timely Dew Of Sleep.

O Why Did God, Creator Wise, That Peopled Highest Heav'n With Spirits Masculine, Create At Last This Novelty On Earth, This Fair Defect Of Nature, And Not Fill The World At Once With Men As Angels Without Feminine, Or Find Some Other Way To Generate Mankind?

As Therefore The State Of Man Now Is, What Wisdom Can There Be To Choose, What Continence To Forbear, Without The Knowledge Of Good And Evil?

Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.

The First And Wisest Of Them All Professed To Know This Only, That He Nothing Knew.