All Looks Yellow To The

To Teach Vain Wits That Science Little Known, T' Admire Superior Sense, And Doubt Their Own!

This Long Disease, My Life.

Envy Will Merit As Its Shade Pursue, But Like A Shadow, Proves The Substance True.

Why Has Not Man A Microscopic Eye? For This Plain Reason, Man Is Not A Fly. Say What The Use, Were Finer Optics Giv'n, T' Inspect A Mite, Not Comprehend The Heav'n.

Consult The Genius Of The Place, That Paints As You Plant, And As You Work.