Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.