You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of

All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye. [and Therefore The Solution Is To Fix The Jaundiced Eye.]

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor Her Favors Call.

The People's Voice Is Odd, It Is, And It Is Not, The Voice Of God.

See Skulking Truth To Her Old Cavern Fled, Mountains Of Casuistry Heap'd O'er Her Head! Philosophy, That Lean'd On Heav'n Before, Shrinks To Her Second Cause, And Is No More. Physic Of Metaphysic Begs Defence, And Metaphysic Calls For Aid On Sense! See Mystery To Mathematics Fly!

Go, Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.