The Bookful Blockhead, Ignorantly Read With Loads

But Those Who Cannot Write, And Those Who Can, All Rhyme, And Scrawl, And Scribble, To A Man.

Unthought-of Frailties Cheat Us In The Wise.

The Bookful Blockhead, Ignorantly Read With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head.

From Nature's Chain Whatever Link You Strike, Tenth Or Ten Thousandth, Breaks The Chain Alike.

And Seem To Walk On Wings, And Tread In Air.