On Wings Of Wind Came

That Each From Other Differs, First Confess; Next That He Varies From Himself No Less.

Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No Private Road, But Looks Through Nature Up To Nature's God.

Consult The Genius Of The Place In All.

The Dull Flat Falsehood Serves For Policy, And In The Cunning, Truth's Itself A Lie.

Truth Shines The Brighter, Clad In Verse.