And Hence One Master-passion In The Breast,

Heaven Forming Each On Other To Depend, A Master, Or A Servant, Or A Friend, Bids Each On Other For Assistance Call, Till One Man's Weakness Grows The Strength Of All.

In Vain Sedate Reflections We Would Make When Half Our Knowledge We Must Snatch, Not Take.

If I Am Right, Thy Grace Impart Still In The Right To Stay; If I Am Wrong, O, Teach My Heart To Find That Better Way!

Authors Are Partial To Their Wit, 'tis True, But Are Not Critics To Their Judgment, Too?

The Ruling Passion, Be It What It Will. The Ruling Passion Conquers Reason Still.