Our Proper Bliss Depends On What We

Fix'd Like A Plant On His Peculiar Spot, To Draw Nutrition, Propagate And Rot.

The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot. Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind! Each Pray'r Accepted, And Each Wish Resign'd

Calm, Thinking Villains, Whom No Faith Could Fix, Of Crooked Counsels And Dark Politics.

One Science Only Will One Genius Fit; So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

Let Such Teach Others Who Themselves Excel, And Censure Freely Who Have Written Well.