A Naked Lover Bound And Bleeding Lies!

How Index-learning Turns No Student Pale, Yet Holds The Eel Of Science By The Tail!

Whether The Darken'd Room To Muse Invite, Or Whiten'd Wall Provoke The Skew'r To Write; In Durance, Exile, Bedlam, Or The Mint, Like Lee Or Budgel I Will Rhyme And Print.

In Lazy Apathy Let Stoics Boast, Their Virtue Fixed, 'tis Fixed As In A Frost.

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense.

With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught; With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought.