Careless, and half in hope to find there an enemy to joust with.
Private Experience is an unsafe teacher, for we rarely learn both sides,
And from the gilt surface reckon not on steel beneath:
The torrid sons of Guinea think scorn of icy seas,
And the frostbitten Greenlander disbelieveth suns too hot.
But thou, student of Wisdom, feed on the marrow of the matter:
If thou wilt suspect, let it be thyself; if thou wilt expect, let it not be gladness.
