Nor mourn the unalterable Days That Genius goes and Folly stays.

England's genius filled all measure Of heart and soul, of strength and pleasure, Gave to the mind its emperor, And life was larger than before: Nor sequent cen…

Fear not, then, thou child infirm, There's no god dare wrong a worm.

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.

The dreamer sometimes falls into the doldrums, but is said to emerge from them again. And the absent-minded person also makes up for it with bouts of perspicac…

There are more fools than knaves in the world, else the knaves would not have enough to live upon.

The continuous capacity of genius to surpass understanding remains a human constant.