“Systems which laugh to scorn th’avenging rod,
And hurl defiance at the throne of God;
Shake pestilence abroad with madd’ning sweep,
And grant no pause—but everlasting Sleep!”
“Let others creep by timid steps, and slow,
On plain experience, lay foundations low;
By common sense, to common knowledge bred;
And lost to nature’s cause through nature led:
All-seeing in thy mists, we want no guide,