O Fleeting Joys Of Paradise, Dear Bought

Let Us Descend Now Therefore From This Top Of Speculation.

And Out Of Good Still To Find Means Of Evil.

The Redundant Locks, Robustious To No Purpose, Clustering Down--vast Monument Of Strength.

Indu'd With Sanctity Of Reason.

He Who Would Not Be Frustrate Of His Hope To Write Well Hereafter In Laudable Things Ought Himself To Be A True Poem.