Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.

There are some solitary wretches who seem to have left the rest of mankind, only, as Eve left Adam, to meet the devil in private.

Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

It is sure the hardest science to forget!

Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.

Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.