All Nature Is But Art Unknown To

Self-love, The Spring Of Motion, Acts The Soul; Reason's Comparing Balance Rules The Whole. Man, But For That No Action Could Attend, And, But For This, Were Active To No End: Fix'd Like A Plant On His Peculiar Spot, To Draw Nutrition, Propagate, And Rot; Or, Meteor-like, Flame Lawless Thro' The Void, Destroying Others, By Himself Destroy'd.

By Flatterers Besieged And So Obliging That He Ne'er Obliged.

Of Darkness Visible So Much Be Lent, As Half To Show, Half Veil, The Deep Intent.

There Never Was Any Party, Faction, Sect, Or Cabal Whatsoever, In Which The Most Ignorant Were Not The Most Violent; For A Bee Is Not A Busier Animal Than A Blockhead.

The Finest Minds, Like The Finest Metals, Dissolve The Easiest.