As The Twig Is Bent,

Unthought-of Frailties Cheat Us In The Wise.

A Pear-tree Planted Nigh: 'twas Charg'd With Fruit That Made A Goodly Show, And Hung With Dangling Pears Was Every Bough.

See Plastic Nature Working To This End, The Single Atoms Each To Other Tend, Attract, Attracted To, The Next In Place Form'd And Impell'd Its Neighbor To Embrace.

Tis All In Vain To Keep A Constant Pother About One Vice And Fall Into Another.

Heaven From All Creatures Hides The Book Of Fate.