Consult The Genius Of The Place, That

While Pensive Poets Painful Vigils Keep, Sleepless Themselves, To Give Their Readers Sleep.

Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confus'd.

Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No Private Road, But Looks Through Nature Up To Nature's God.

All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye.

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