When lo! th' Analysis appear'd.
"I smil'd and read; grew grave—read on;
Was pleas'd; the truths apparent shone;
Nor could my prejudice resist 'em.
The Line of Beauty I survey'd,
The arguments I fairly weigh'd,
And then acknowledg'd all your system.
"With reverence, and respect, like you,
The ancient works of art I view;
But, like you, see with my own eyes;