His noble negligences teachWhat others' toils despair to reach.
He, perfect dancer, climbs the rope,And balances your fear and hope.
For, when with beauty we can virtue join,We paint the semblance of a form divine.
The little pleasure of the gameIs from afar to view the flight.
Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.
A wise and salutary neglect.
Celerity is never more admiredThan by the negligent.
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