For Thee I Dim These Eye And

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

Remembrance And Reflection How Allied. What Thin Partitions Divides Sense From Thought.

Worth Makes The Man, And Want Of It The Fellow; The Rest Is All But Leather And Prunello.

The Best Way To Prove The Clearness Of Our Mind, Is By Showing Its Faults; As When A Stream Discovers The Dirt At The Bottom, It Convinces Us Of The Transparency And Purity Of The Water.

So Man, Who Here Seems Principal Alone, Perhaps Acts Second To Some Sphere Unknown Touches Some Wheel, Or Verges To Some Goal; 'tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.