Of Kelly, Bohn, and Dr. Giles.
And now I own, with some small spleen,
A most confounded ass I’ve been;
The glory seems an empty breath,
And I am nearly bored to death
With Reason, Consciousness, and Will,
And other things beyond my skill,
Discussed in books all darkly plann’d
And more in number than the sand.—
Yet that M.A. still haunts my sight