Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
And write about it, Goddess, and about it!
The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.