What Reason Weaves, By Passion Is Undone.

Fly, Dotard, Fly! With Thy Wise Dreams And Fables Of The Sky.

Aurora Now, Fair Daughter Of The Dawn, Sprinkled With Rosy Light The Dewy Lawn.

Every Man Has Just As Much Vanity As He Wants Understanding.

Still Follow Sense, Of Ev'ry Art The Soul, Parts Answering Parts Shall Slide Into A Whole.

Beauties In Vain Their Pretty Eyes May Roll; Charms Strike The Sight, But Merit Wins The Soul.