You Beat Your Pate, And Fancy Wit

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.

Fame, Wealth, And Honour! What Are You To Love?

For Thee I Dim These Eye And Stuff This Head With All Such Reading As Was Never Read.

For When Success A Lover's Toil Attends,few Ask, If Fraud Or Force Attain'd His Ends

Presumptuous Man! The Reason Wouldst Thou Find,why Form'd So Weak, So Little, And So Blind?first, If Thou Canst, The Harder Reason Guess,why Form'd No Weaker, Blinder, And No Less!ask Of Thy Mother Earth, Why Oaks Are Madetaller Or Stronger Than The Weeds They Shade?or Ask Of Yonder Argent Fields Above,why Jove's Satellites Are Less Than Jove?