The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound, For this with tort'ring irons wreath'd around? 100 For this with fillets strain'd your tender head, And bravely bore the double loads of lead?
Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.
The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd; Mary: How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!