What Bosom Beast Not In His Country's

Virtue She Finds Too Painful An Endeavour, Content To Dwell In Decencies For Ever.

A God Without Dominion, Providence, And Final Causes, Is Nothing Else But Fate And Nature.

Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky, For Those Who Greatly Think Or Bravely Die?

To Teach Vain Wits That Science Little Known, T' Admire Superior Sense, And Doubt Their Own!

True Wit Is Nature To Advantage Dress'd What Oft Was Thought, But Ne'er So Well Express'd; Something Whose Truth Convinced At Sight We Find, That Gives Us Back The Image Of Our Mind. As Shades More Sweetly Recommend The Light, So Modest Plainness Sets Off Sprightly Wit.