New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise: So pleas'd at first, the towring Alps we try.
Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity.
Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.