The Lot Of Man - To Suffer

Nor Public Flame, Nor Private, Dares To Shine; Nor Human Spark Is Left, Nor Glimpse Divine! Lo! Thy Dread Empire, Chaos! Is Restored; Light Dies Before Thy Uncreating Word: Thy Hand, Great Anarch! Lets The Curtain Fall; And Universal Darkness Buries All.

Content If Hence Th' Unlearn'd Their Wants May View, The Learn'd Reflect On What Before They Knew.

What Bosom Beast Not In His Country's Cause?

Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No Private Road, But Looks Through Nature Up To Nature's God.

Man Never Thinks Himself Happy, But When He Enjoys Those Things Which Others Want Or Desire.