He 's Gone, And Who Knows How

Socrates... Whom Well Inspir'd The Oracle Pronounc'd Wisest Of Men.

A Limbo Large And Broad, Since Call'd The Paradise Of Fools To Few Unknown.

Spirits When They Please Can Either Sex Assume, Or Both.

To Hear The Lark Begin His Flight, And Singing Startle The Dull Night, From His Watch-tower In The Skies, Till The Dappled Dawn Doth Rise.

Sweet Intercourse Of Looks And Smiles; For Smiles From Reason Flow.