Limits

BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON

Who knows this or that?

Hark in the wall to the rat:

Since the world was, he has gnawed;

Of his wisdom, of his fraud

What dost thou know?

In the wretched little beast

Is life and heart,

Child and parent,

Not without relation

To fruitful field and sun and moon.

What art thou? His wicked eye

Is cruel to thy cruelty.

I like Emerson. A link to read more. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_Waldo_Emerson