It Is Sure The Hardest Science To

Truth Needs Not Flowers Of Speech.

Nay, Fly To Altars; There They'll Talk You Dead; For Fools Rush In Where Angels Fear To Tread.

Order Is Heaven's First Law.

Whate'er The Talents, Or Howe'er Designed, We Hang One Jingling Padlock On The Mind.

Sole Judge Of Truth, In Endless Error Hurled: / The Glory, Jest, And Riddle Of The World!