New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise: So pleas'd at first, the towring Alps we try.

Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.

Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!

chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.

Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.