Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confus'd.

For Lo! The Board With Cups And Spoons Is Crowned.the Berries Crackle, And The Mill Turns Round ... At Once They Gratify Their Scent And Taste.and Frequent Cups Prolong The Rich Repast... Coffee (which Makes The Politician Wise And See Through All Things With His Half-shut Eyes).

As With Narrow-necked Bottles; The Less They Have In Them, The More Noise They Make In Pouring Out.

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.

Love Finds An Altar For Forbidden Fires.

Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?