Absence Of Proof Is Not Proof Of

Me Howling Blasts Drive Devious, Tempest-tossed, / Sails Ripped, Seams Opening Wide, And Compass Lost.

Transforms Old Print To Zigzag Manuscript, And Cheats The Eyes Of Gallery Critics By A Thousand Arts.

An Idler Is A Watch That Wants Both Hands; As Useless If It Goes As When It Stands.

Variety's The Very Spice Of Life, That Gives It All Its Flavor.

All Truth Is Precious, If Not All Divine; And What Dilates The Powers Must Needs Refine.