Is There No Bright Reversion

Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To Their Changes Half Their Charms We Owe.

Therefore They Who Say Our Thoughts Are Not Our Own Because They Resemble The Ancients, May As Well Say Our Faces Are Not Our Own, Because They Are Like Our Fathers: And Indeed It Is Very Unreasonable, That People Should Expect Us To Be Scholars, And Yet Be Angry To Find Us So.

But To The World No Bugbear Is So Great, As Want Of Figure And A Small Estate.

Calm, Thinking Villains, Whom No Faith Could Fix, Of Crooked Counsels And Dark Politics.

New, Distant Scenes Of Endless Science Rise: So Pleas'd At First, The Towring Alps We Try.