To-morrow, doubts and anguish have their chance,
And, ere one knows, they’re deep in a romance.
A play like this both praise and profit brings.
Plunge yourself boldly in the stream of things—
What’s lived by all, but known to few—
And bring up something fresh and new,
No matter what; just use your eyes,
And all will praise what all can prize;
Strange motley pictures in a misty mirror,
A spark of truth in a thick cloud of error;