Passions Are The Gales Of Life.

A Perfect Judge Will Read Each Word Of Wit With The Same Spirit That Its Author Writ.

Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No Private Road, But Looks Through Nature Up To Nature's God.

To The Elysian Shades Dismiss My Soul, Where No Carnation Fades.

What's Fame? A Fancy'd Life In Other's Breath. A Thing Beyond Us, Even Before Our Death.

Trace Science, Then, With Modesty Thy Guide, First Strip Off All Her Equipage Of Pride, Deduct What Is But Vanity Or Dress, Or Learning's Luxury Or Idleness, Or Tricks, To Show The Stretch Of The Human Brain Mere Curious Pleasure Or Ingenious Pain.