Men are but children of a larger growth; <br />Our appetites are apt to change as theirs, <br />And full as craving too, and full as vain; <br />And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room, <br />Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing; <br />But, like a mole in earth, busy and blind, <br />Works all her folly up, and casts it outward <br />To the world's open view.<br /><br />John Dryden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mankind-15/
