Superstition Is The Spleen Of The Soul.

How Happy Is The Blameless Vestal's Lot? The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot.

Lo! The Poor Indian, Whose Untutored Mind Sees God In Clouds, Or Hears Him In The Wind.

There Are Some Solitary Wretches Who Seem To Have Left The Rest Of Mankind, Only, As Eve Left Adam, To Meet The Devil In Private.

Thus God And Nature Linked The Gen'ral Frame, And Bade Self-love And Social Be The Same.

Fool, 'tis In Vain From Wit To Wit To Roam: Know, Sense, Like Charity, Begins At Home.