Virtue Is But A Trifle! Brutus Said In His Defeat; Nor Was He Cozened. What Man Did His Own Goodness E'Er Advance Or Piety Preserve From Evil Chance? Some Unknown Foe Confuses Men'S Affairs; For Good And Bad Alike It Nothing Cares. Where Blows Its Breath, No Man Can Flee Away; Both False And Righteous It Hath Power To Stay. Yet Still We Vaunt Us Of Our Mighty Mind In Idle Arrogance Among Our Kind; And Still We Gaze On Heaven And Think We See The Lord And His All-Holy Mystery. Nay, Human Eyes Are All Too Dull; Light Dreams Amuse And Cheat Us With What Only Seems. Ah, Dost Thou Rob Me, Grief, My Safeguards Spurning, Of Both My Darling And My Trust In Learning?
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