No More The Mounting Larks, While Daphne

Men Must Be Taught As If You Taught Them Not, And Things Unknown Proposed As Things Forgot.

The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint Run Mad.

Tis Thus The Mercury Of Man Is Fix'd, Strong Grows The Virtue With His Nature Mix'd.

To Be, Contents His Natural Desire, He Asks No Angel's Wing, No Seraph's Fire; But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company. Go Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

The Vulgar Boil, The Learned Roast, An Egg.