Pleas'd Look Forward, Pleas'd To Look Behind,and

Lo! The Poor Indian! Whose Untutor'd Mind Sees God In Clouds, Or Hears Him In The Wind; His Soul Proud Science Never Taught To Stray Far As The Solar Walk Or Milky Way.

So Modern 'pothecaries, Taught The Art By Doctor's Bills To Play The Doctor's Part, Bold In The Practice Of Mistaken Rules, Prescribe, Apply, And Call Their Masters Fools.

With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught; With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought.

Thou Wert My Guide, Philosopher, And Friend.

Be Niggards Of Advice On No Pretense; For The Worst Avarice Is That Of Sense.