Like Following Life Through Creatures You Dissect,

Some Are Bewildered In The Maze Of Schools, And Some Made Coxcombs Nature Meant But Fools.

Like Cato, Give His Little Senate Laws, And Sit Attentive To His Own Applause.

Superstition Is The Spleen Of The Soul.

Oft, As In Airy Rings They Skim The Heath, The Clamtrous Lapwings Feel The Leaden Death; Oft, As The Mounting Larks Their Notes Prepare They Fall, And Leave Their Little Lives In Air.

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor For Her Favors Call; She Comes Unlooked For, If She Comes At All .