Ah, Why Should All Mankind For One

Beauty Is Nature's Brag, And Must Be Shown In Courts, At Feasts, And High Solemnities, Where Most May Wonder At The Workmanship.

Fate Shall Yield To Fickle Chance, And Chaos Judge The Strife.

And What Is Faith, Love, Virtue Unassayed Alone, Without Exterior Help Sustained?

Infinity Is A Dark Illimitable Ocean, Without Bound.

The Oracles Are Dumb, No Voice Or Hideous Hum Runs Thro' The Arched Roof In Words Deceiving.