Pity Melts The Mind To Love.

The World To Bacon Does Not Only Owe It's Present Knowledge, But Its Future Too.

Then We Upon Our Globe's Last Verge Shall Go, And View The Ocean Leaning On The Sky: From Thence Our Rolling Neighbours We Shall Know, And On The Lunar World Securely Pry.

Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The State.

A Satirical Poet Is The Check Of The Laymen On Bad Priests.

Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them The More.