Enough to upset mountains, could they give them vent.
So God himself described in His most holy book
Their arts: ‘By which they’d tear away the hills.’[143] Just look.
Except the lot decreed by Providence of yore,
By hunting or by toiling none can swell his store.55
Device of man, his plans, shall all be brought to naught.
God’s dispensations sole will stand, with wisdom fraught.
Strive not then, man of sense; except good name to leave.
Exertion’s a delusion. Out! Thou sottish knave!”
A simpleton one morning rushing came in haste,