Know Then, Unnumber'd Spirits Round Thee Fly,

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.

When Much Dispute Has Past, We Find Our Tenets Just The Same As Last.

Satire Or Sense, Alas! Can Sporus Feel? Who Breaks A Butterfly Upon A Wheel?

It Is Sure The Hardest Science To Forget!

And Little Eagles Wave Their Wings In Gold.