He Look'd In Years, Yet In His

Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The Light.

Fool That I Was, Upon My Eagle's Wings I Bore This Wren, Till I Was Tired With Soaring, And Now He Mounts Above Me.

By Viewing Nature, Nature's Handmaid Art, Makes Mighty Things From Small Beginnings Grow: Thus Fishes First To Shipping Did Impart, Their Tail The Rudder, And Their Head The Prow.

Bets At First Were Fool-traps, Where The Wise Like Spiders Lay In Ambush For The Flies.

Great Wits Are Sure To Madness Near Allied, And Thin Partitions Do Their Bounds Divide.