Vain Wisdom All, And False Philosophy.

In Discourse More Sweet; For Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Sense. Others Apart Sat On A Hill Retir'd, In Thoughts More Elevate, And Reason'd High Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will, And Fate, Fix'd Fate, Free-will, Foreknowledge Absolute; And Found No End, In Wand'ring Mazes Lost.

For Evil News Rides Post, While Good News Baits.

Heaven Open'd Wide Her Ever During Gates, Harmonious Sound, On Golden Hinges Moving.

This Is Servitude, To Serve The Unwise.

There Swift Return Diurnal, Merely To Officiate Light Round This Opacous Earth, This Punctual Spot.