Upon a skull, will read it as a book—
Our talents, tendencies, and likings trace,
And find for all the measure and the place. 120
Strange times! when thus we are completely read
By man or woman, by the hand or head!
Believe who can—but William’s even mind
All who beheld might in his writing find;
His not the scratches where we try in vain
Meanings and words to construe or explain.
But with our village hero to proceed—