Pleas'd Me, Long Choosing And Beginning Late.

Above The Smoke And Stir Of This Dim Spot Which Men Call Earth.

Ev'n Them Who Kept Thy Truth So Pure Of Old, When All Our Fathers Worshipp'd Stocks And Stones.

A Good Principle Not Rightly Understood May Prove As Hurtful As A Bad.

O Visions Ill Foreseen! Better Had I Liv'd Ignorant Of Future, So Had Borne My Part Of Evil Only.

God Shall Be All In All.