So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human

Hills Peep O'er Hills, And Alps On Alps Arise.

No Writing Is Good That Does Not Tend To Better Mankind In Some Way Or Other.

To Teach Vain Wits That Science Little Known, T' Admire Superior Sense, And Doubt Their Own!

Yet Graceful Ease, And Sweetness Void Of Pride, Might Hide Her Faults, If Belles Had Faults To Hide: If To Her Share Some Female Errors Fall, Look On Her Face, And You'll Forget 'em All.

All Are But Parts Of One Stupendous Whole, Whose Body Nature Is, And God The Soul.