Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No

See Skulking Truth To Her Old Cavern Fled, Mountains Of Casuistry Heap'd O'er Her Head! Philosophy, That Lean'd On Heav'n Before, Shrinks To Her Second Cause, And Is No More. Physic Of Metaphysic Begs Defence, And Metaphysic Calls For Aid On Sense! See Mystery To Mathematics Fly!

Whether The Charmer Sinner It, Or Saint It, If Folly Grow Romantic, I Must Paint It.

And Seem To Walk On Wings, And Tread In Air.

Age And Want Sit Smiling At The Gate.

The Greatest Magnifying Glasses In The World Are A Man's Own Eyes When They Look Upon His Own Person.