Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

To err is human to forgive, divine.

But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!

An honest man's the noblest work of God.

Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.