The Muses’ haunts, ye sons of War and Trade!
Nor you, ye legion fiends of Church and Law,
Pollute these pages with unhallow’d paw!
Debased, corrupted, grovelling, and confined,
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No Definitions[[198]] touch your senseless mind;
To you no Postulates[[199]] prefer their claim,
No ardent Axioms[[200]] your dull souls inflame;
For you no Tangents[[201]] touch, no Angles meet,