I Lisp'd In Numbers, For The Numbers

Consult The Genius Of The Place In All.

And Each Blasphemer Quite Escape The Rod, Because The Insult's Not On Man, But God?

Every Man Has Just As Much Vanity As He Wants Understanding.

Nothing Is More Certain Than Much Of The Force; As Well As Grace, Of Arguments Or Instructions Depends Their Conciseness.

And Make Each Day A Critic On The Last.