Rogues In Rags Are Kept In Countenance

Wholesome Solitude, The Nurse Of Sense!

To Dazzle Let The Vain Design, To Raise The Thought And Touch The Heart, Be Thine!

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!

Expression Is The Dress Of Thought.

Dulness! Whose Good Old Cause I Yet Defend, With Whom My Muse Began, With Who Shall End.