Learn From The Beasts The Physic Of

Religion Blushing, Veils Her Sacred Fires, And Unawares Morality Expires.

And Each Blasphemer Quite Escape The Rod, Because The Insult's Not On Man, But God?

Search Then The Ruling Passion: This Clue, Once Found, Unravels All The Rest.

I Believe It Is No Wrong Observation, That Persons Of Genius, And Those Who Are Most Capable Of Art, Are Always Fond Of Nature, As Such Are Chiefly Sensible, That All Art Consists In The Imitation And Study Of Nature. On The Contrary, People Of The Common Level Of Understanding Are Principally Delighted With The Little Niceties And Fantastical Operations Of Art, And Constantly Think That Finest Which Is Least Natural.

No Silver Saints, By Dying Misers Giv'n, Here Brib'd The Rage Of Ill-requited Heav'n; But Such Plain Roofs As Piety Could Raise, And Only Vocal With The Maker's Praise.