“But here the cloud,
So wills Eternal Providence, sits deep.
Enough for us to know that this dark state,
In wayward passions lost, and vain pursuits,
This infancy of being, cannot prove
The final issue of the works of God,
By boundless love and perfect wisdom form’d
And ever rising with the rising mind.”
Again, with emphasis and discretion (as Polonius says), he puts the query—
“Shall little haughty ignorance pronounce