New, Distant Scenes Of Endless Science Rise:

Satire Or Sense, Alas! Can Sporus Feel? Who Breaks A Butterfly Upon A Wheel?

Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race Ensnare; And Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

Live Like Yourself, Was Soon My Lady's Word, And Lo! Two Puddings Smok'd Upon The Board.

Great Oaks Grow From Little Acorns. He Has A Green Thumb. He Has Green Fingers. He's Sowing His Wild Oats. Here Ceres' Gifts In Waving Prospect Stand, And Nodding Tempt The Joyful Reaper's Hand.

In Every Work Regard The Writer's End, Since None Can Compass More Than They Intend.