On Her White Breast A Sparkling Cross

How Happy Is The Blameless Vestal's Lot? The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot.

Genuine Religion Is Not So Much A Matter Of Feeling As A Matter Of Principle.

If, Presume Not To God To Scan; The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man. Plac'd On This Isthmus Of A Middle State, A Being Darkly Wise, And Rudely Great.

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

A Brave Man Struggling In The Storms Of Fate, And Greatly Falling With A Falling State.