Ye Gods, Annihilate But Space

Silence! Coeval With Eternity! Thou Wert Ere Nature's Self Began To Be; Thine Was The Sway Ere Heaven Was Formed On Earth, Ere Fruitful Thought Conceived Creation's Birth.

For He Lives Twice Who Can At Once Employ, The Present Well, And E'en The Past Enjoy.

Poets Heap Virtues, Painters Gems, At Will, And Show Their Zeal, And Hide Their Want Of Skill.

A Work Of Art That Contains Theories Is Like An Object On Which The Price Tag Has Been Left.

The Dances Ended, All The Fairy Train For Pinks And Daisies Search'd The Flow'ry Plain.