I Lisp'd In Numbers, For The Numbers

A Perfect Judge Will Read Each Work Of Wit With The Same Spirit That Its Author Writ: Survey The Whole, Nor Seek Slight Faults To Find Where Nature Moves, And Rapture Warms The Mind.

Learn From The Beasts The Physic Of The Field.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State.

We Think Our Fathers Fools, So Wise We Grow. Our Wiser Sons, No Doubt Will Think Us So.

On Her White Breast A Sparkling Cross She Wore, Which Jews Might Kiss And Infidels Adore.