And Not A Vanity Is Given In

When Much Dispute Has Past, We Find Our Tenets Just The Same As Last.

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

In Vain Sedate Reflections We Would Make When Half Our Knowledge We Must Snatch, Not Take.

Fix'd Like A Plant On His Peculiar Spot, To Draw Nutrition, Propagate And Rot.

Tis Use Alone That Sanctifies Expense And Splendor Borrow All Her Rays From Sense.