A savage horde among the civilized,
A servile band among the lordly free.
Wordsworth.
What hast thou, Man, that thou dar’st call thine own?
What is there in thee, Man, that can be known?—
Dark fluxion, all unfixable by thought,
Vain sister of the worm,—life, death, soul, clod—
Ignore thyself, and strive to know thy God!
Coleridge.