But Blind To Former As To Future

I Have More Zeal Than Wit.

Fools Rush In Where Angels Fear To Tread.

All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not See

Honor And Shame From No Condition Rise. Act Well Your Part: There All The Honor Lies.

On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail, Reason The Card, But Passion Is The Gale; Nor God Alone In The Still Calm We Find, He Mounts The Storm, And Walks Upon The Wind.