the logic of passion...

For as in Bodies, thus in souls, we find

What wants in blood and spirit, dwell'd with wind:

Pride, where wit fails, steps into our defence,

And fills up all the mighty void of sense.

If once right reason drives that cloud away,

Truth breaks upon us like resistless day.

Trust not yourself; but your defects to know,

Make use of every friend-and every foe.

A little learning is a dangerous thing;

Drink deep or taste not the Pierian spring;

There shallow droughts intoxicate the brain,

And drinking largely sobers us again.

~Pope's essay on Criticism. ~

beautiful.

i can't say why but i've been feeling down and dejected lately.