Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?
The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.
You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come: Knock as you please, there's no body at home.
The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.
It is sure the hardest science to forget!
There is nothing wanting to make all rational and disinterested people in the world of one religion, but that they should talk together every day.