Quips And Cranks And Wanton

How Charming Is Divine Philosophy! Not Harsh And Crabbed, As Dull Fools Suppose, But Musical As Is Apollo's Lute, And A Perpetual Feast Of Nectar'd Sweets Where No Crude Surfeit Reigns

The Never-ending Flight Of Future Days.

Farewell Happy Fields, Where Joy Forever Dwells: Hail, Horrors, Hail.

Wickedness Is Weakness.

And I Will Place Within Them As A Guide My Umpire Conscience, Whom If They Will Hear Light After Light Well Used They Shall Attain, And To The End Persisting, Safe Arrive.