Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So,

Glory, Like The Phoenix 'midst Her Fires, Exhales Her Odours, Blazes, And Expires.

But Quiet To Quick Bosoms Is A Hell.

I Have A Great Mind To Believe In Christianity For The Mere Pleasure Of Fancying I May Be Damned.

In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

When Newton Saw An Apple Fall, He Found In That Slight Startle From His Contemplation- 'tis Said (for I'll Not Answer Above Ground For Any Sage's Creed Or Calculation)- A Mode Of Proving That The Earth Turn'd Round In A Most Natural Whirl, Called 'gravitation'; And This Is The Sole Mortal Who Could Grapple, Since Adam, With A Fall, Or With An Apple.