Heaven From All Creatures Hides The Book

To Wake The Soul By Tender Strokes Of Art, To Raise The Genius, And To Mend The Heart; To Make Mankind, In Conscious Virtue Bold, Live O'er Each Seene, And Be What They Behold: For This The Tragic Muse First Trod The Stage.

And Not A Vanity Is Given In Vain.

But Satan Now Is Wiser Than Of Yore, And Tempts By Making Rich, Not Making Poor.

Then Sculpture And Her Sister Arts Revived; Stones Leaped To Form, And Rocks Began To Live.

Men, Some To Business, Some To Pleasure Take; But Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.