Still When The Lust Of Tyrant Power

Light Quirks Of Music, Broken And Uneven,make The Soul Dance Upon A Jig To Heav'n.

The Dull Flat Falsehood Serves For Policy, And In The Cunning, Truth's Itself A Lie.

Where London's Column, Pointing At The Skies, Like A Tall Bully, Lifts The Head, And Lies.

The Most Positive Men Are The Most Credulous.

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!