A mighty maze to be without a plan;
‘A wild where weeds promiscuous shoot,
Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit;’
The tree of life, once, branches, stem, and root,
Of knowledge too, since vices on it shoot.
The garden cleared of the tares and weeds,
Gives willing force, and cogitation speeds.
‘Then, as life can little more supply,
Than just to look about us, and to die;
Expatiate free o’er all this scene of man,