On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

Truths Would You Teach, Or Save A Sinking Land? All Fear, None Aid You, And Few Understand.

Heaven Forming Each On Other To Depend, A Master, Or A Servant, Or A Friend, Bids Each On Other For Assistance Call, Till One Man's Weakness Grows The Strength Of All.

Nature And Nature's Laws Lay Hid In The Night. God Said, Let Newton Be! And All Was Light!

Art Still Followed Where Rome's Eagles Flew.

Presumptuous Man! The Reason Wouldst Thou Find,why Form'd So Weak, So Little, And So Blind?first, If Thou Canst, The Harder Reason Guess,why Form'd No Weaker, Blinder, And No Less!ask Of Thy Mother Earth, Why Oaks Are Madetaller Or Stronger Than The Weeds They Shade?or Ask Of Yonder Argent Fields Above,why Jove's Satellites Are Less Than Jove?