The flying Rumours gather'd as they roll'd, Scarce any Tale was sooner heard than told; And all who told it, added something new, And all who heard it, made Enlargements too, In ev'ry Ear it spread, on ev'ry Tongue it grew.

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, 'Let Newton be!' and all was light.

Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all.

I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?