Chapter 1630 of 1964 · 64 words · ~1 min read

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IF from great Nature's or our own abyss[703] Of Thought we could but snatch a certainty, Perhaps Mankind might find the path they miss-- But then 't would spoil much good philosophy. One system eats another up, and this[704] Much as old Saturn ate his progeny; For when his pious consort gave him stones In lieu of sons, of these he made no bones.