Those constant curst attendants of the great,
I freely can with my own thoughts converse,
And cloath them in ignoble verse,
’Tis then I tast the most delicious feast of life;
There, uncontroul’d, I can my self survey,
And from observers free,
My intellectual pow’rs display,
And all th’ opening scenes of beauteous Nature see:
Form bright ideas, and enrich my mind,
Enlarge my knowledge, and each error find;