Who Breaks A Butterfly On A Wheel?

Who Are Next To Knaves? Those That Converse With Them.

For Thee I Dim These Eye And Stuff This Head With All Such Reading As Was Never Read.

Who Shall Decide When Doctors Disagree, And Soundest Casuists Doubt, Like You And Me?

Pretty! In Amber To Observe The Forms Of Hairs, Of Straws, Or Dirt, Or Grubs, Or Worms! The Things, We Know, Are Neither Rich Nor Rare, But Wonder How The Devil They Got There.

Here Hills And Vales, The Woodland And The Plain Here Earth And Water Seem To Strive Again, Not Chaos-like Together Crushed And Bruised, But, As The World, Harmoniously Confused: Where Order In Variety We See, And Where, Though All Things Differ, All Agree.