Go practise if you please With men and women: leave a child alone For Christ's particular love's sake!
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
Thou, heaven's consummate cup, what needst thou with earth's wheel? But I need, now as then, Thee, God, who mouldest men.