Reason, an Ignis fatuus of the Mind, Which leaves the light of Nature, Sense, behind.

Were I, who to my Cost already am One of those strange, prodigious Creatures Man, A Spirit free, to choose for my own Share, What sort of Flesh and Blood I ple…

Whilst the misguided Follower climbs with Pain, Mountains of Whimsies, heapt in his own Brain, Stumbling from Thought to Thought, falls headlong down Into Doub…

We have a pretty witty king, Whose word no man relies on; He never said a foolish thing, Nor ever did a wise one.

To understand this for sense it is not required that a man should be a geometrician or a logician, but that he should be mad.

though mankind persuades itself that every weed's a rose,roses(you feel certain) will only smile

My house has changed a little in the sun. The fragrance of the magnolias come close, False flick, false form, but falseness close to kin.