Like Cato, Give His Little Senate Laws,

One Science Only Will One Genius Fit; So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

Pleas'd Look Forward, Pleas'd To Look Behind,and Count Each Birthday With A Grateful Mind.

Seas Roll To Waft Me, Suns To Light Me Rise; My Footstool Earth, My Canopy The Skies.

And Not A Vanity Is Given In Vain.

When Rumours Increase, And When There Is An Abundance Of Noise And Clamour, Believe The Second Report.