Praise From A Friend, Or Censure From

Trace Science, Then, With Modesty Thy Guide, First Strip Off All Her Equipage Of Pride, Deduct What Is But Vanity Or Dress, Or Learning's Luxury Or Idleness, Or Tricks, To Show The Stretch Of The Human Brain Mere Curious Pleasure Or Ingenious Pain.

Unblemish'd Let Me Live Or Die Unknown; Oh, Grant An Honest Fame, Or Grant Me None!

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

To Wake The Soul By Tender Strokes Of Art, To Raise The Genius, And To Mend The Heart

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.