What sage the eternal tangle e'er unravelled,
Or one short step beyond his nature travelled?
From pupils to the masters turn your eyes,
And see, each mother's son alike is gravelled.
190. C. L. N. A. B. I. In line 1 note ra put after the genitive, following its noun. 'Ijz. ... «impotence is in the hand of each.» «Beyond his nature,» i.e., beyond the limit of his own thought.
Crave not of worldly sweets to take your fill,
Nor wait on turns of fortune, good or ill;
Be of light heart, as are the skies above,
They roll a round or two, and then lie still.
191. C. L. N. A. B. I. The skies have their allotted term like you, yet do not distress themselves.
What eye can pierce the veil of God's decrees,
Or read the riddle of earth's destinies?
Pondered have I for years threescore and ten,
But still am baffled by these mysteries.