Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

See Skulking Truth To Her Old Cavern Fled, Mountains Of Casuistry Heap'd O'er Her Head! Philosophy, That Lean'd On Heav'n Before, Shrinks To Her Second Cause, And Is No More. Physic Of Metaphysic Begs Defence, And Metaphysic Calls For Aid On Sense! See Mystery To Mathematics Fly!

Tis All In Vain To Keep A Constant Pother About One Vice And Fall Into Another.

On Her White Breast A Sparkling Cross She Wore, Which Jews Might Kiss And Infidels Adore.

The Man That Loves And Laughs Must Sure Do Well.

Ten Censure Wrong For One Who Writes Amiss.