The Sound Must Seem An Echo To

Content If Hence Th' Unlearn'd Their Wants May View, The Learn'd Reflect On What Before They Knew.

To Wake The Soul By Tender Strokes Of Art, To Raise The Genius, And To Mend The Heart

Pleas'd Look Forward, Pleas'd To Look Behind,and Count Each Birthday With A Grateful Mind.

I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew; Pray Tell Me, Sir, Whose Dog Are You?

In Pride, In Reas'ning Pride, Our Error Lies; All Quit Their Sphere And Rush Into The Skies. Pride Still Is Aiming At The Bless'd Abodes, Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods.