One Science Only Will One Genius Fit;

Ambition First Sprung From Your Blest Abodes: The Glorious Fault Of Angels And Of Gods.

Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confus'd.

Beauty That Shocks You, Parts That None Will Trust, Wit That Can Creep, And Pride That Licks The Dust.

First Follow Nature, And Your Judgment Frame By Her Just Standard, Which Is Still The Same: Unerring Nature, Still Divinely Bright, One Clear, Unchanged, And Universal Light, Life, Force, And Beauty Must To All Impart, At Once The Source, And End, And Test Of Art.

Not Grace, Or Zeal, Love Only Was My Call, And If I Lose Thy Love, I Lose My All.