Be Silent Always When You Doubt Your

Taste, That Eternal Wanderer, Which Flies From Head To Ears, And Now From Ears To Eyes.

And Each Blasphemer Quite Escape The Rod, Because The Insult's Not On Man, But God?

What Dire Offence From Am'rous Causes Springs, What Mighty Contests Rise From Trivial Things.

Who Dare To Love Their Country, And Be Poor.

See Plastic Nature Working To This End, The Single Atoms Each To Other Tend, Attract, Attracted To, The Next In Place Form'd And Impell'd Its Neighbor To Embrace.