And Binding Nature Fast In Fate, Left

To Be, Contents His Natural Desire, He Asks No Angel's Wing, No Seraph's Fire; But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company. Go Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

The Vanity Of Human Life Is Like A River, Constantly Passing Away, And Yet Constantly Coming On.

On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail, Reason The Card, But Passion Is The Gale; Nor God Alone In The Still Calm We Find, He Mounts The Storm, And Walks Upon The Wind.

The Dull Flat Falsehood Serves For Policy, And In The Cunning, Truth's Itself A Lie.

Nature And Nature's Laws Lay Hid In The Night. God Said, Let Newton Be! And All Was Light!