He That Runs May Read.

A Fool Must Now And Then Be Right, By Chance

Religion, If In Heavenly Truths Attired, Needs Only To Be Seen To Be Admired.

I Am Out Of Humanity's Reach.

Where Men Of Judgment Creep And Feel Their Way, The Positive Pronounce Without Dismay.

The Things That Mount The Rostrum With A Skip, And Then Skip Down Again, Pronounce A Text, Cry Hem; And Reading What They Never Wrote Just Fifteen Minutes, Huddle Up Their Work, And With A Well-bred Whisper Close The Scene!