A Mighty Maze! But Not Without A

Cursed Be The Verse, How Well So E'er It Flow, That Tends To Make One Worthy Man My Foe.

But See How Oft Ambition's Aims Are Cross'd, And Chiefs Contend 'til All The Prize Is Lost!

Some Place The Bliss In Action, Some In Ease, Those Call It Pleasure, And Contentment These.

O Happiness! Our Being's End And Aim! Good, Pleasure, Ease, Content! Whate'er Thy Name: That Something Still Which Prompts The Eternal Sigh, For Which We Bear To Live, Or Dare To Die.

Go, Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.