Learn Of The Little Nautilus To Sail,

All Seems Infected That Th' Infected Spy, As All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye.

See Skulking Truth To Her Old Cavern Fled, Mountains Of Casuistry Heap'd O'er Her Head! Philosophy, That Lean'd On Heav'n Before, Shrinks To Her Second Cause, And Is No More. Physic Of Metaphysic Begs Defence, And Metaphysic Calls For Aid On Sense! See Mystery To Mathematics Fly!

Worth Makes The Man, And Want Of It The Fellow; The Rest Is All But Leather And Prunello.

Authors, Like Coins, Grow Dear As They Grow Old.

In Pride, In Reas'ning Pride, Our Error Lies; All Quit Their Sphere And Rush Into The Skies. Pride Still Is Aiming At The Bless'd Abodes, Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods.