And More Than Echoes Talk Along The

Satire's My Weapon, But I'm Too Discreet To Run Amuck, And Tilt At All I Meet.

There Is Nothing Wanting To Make All Rational And Disinterested People In The World Of One Religion, But That They Should Talk Together Every Day.

How Index-learning Turns No Student Pale, Yet Holds The Eel Of Science By The Tail!

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?

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.