Most Of Those Evils We Poor Mortals

Genius Is Of No Country; Her Pure Ray Spreads All Abroad, As General As The Day.

It Can't Be Nature, For It Is Not Sense.

A Joke's A Very Serious Thing.

Within The Brain's Most Secret Cells, A Certain Lord Chief Justice Dwells, Of Sov'reign Power, Whom One And All, With Common Voice We Reason Call.

Most Of Those Evils We Poor Mortals Know From Doctors And Imagination Flow.