Can stubborn _Contradictions_ yoke, and bind Through _Fancy_'s Realms, with Number, Time and Place, _Chimera-Forms_, a thin, an airy Race; 40 Then with a secret _conscious Pride_ surveys The _Enchanted Castles_ which't had _Power_ to raise. [Sidenote: _Wit_.] As _Genius_ is the _Strength_, be WIT defin'd The _Beauty_ and the _Harmony_ of _Mind_: _Beauty's_ Proportion, Air, each lively Grace The _Soul_ diffuses round the _Heav'nly Face_: 'Tis _various_, yet 'tis _equal_, still the same In _Alpine Snows_, or _Ethiopian Flame_; While _glaring Colours_ short-liv'd Grace supply, Nor _Frost_ nor _Sun_ they bear, but _scorch_ and _die_. 50 [Sidenote: _Judgment_.] Nor these alone, tho much they can, suffice, JUDGMENT must join, or never hope the Prize: Those _Headstrong Coursers_ scowr along the Plains, The _Rider's_ down, if once he lose the _Reins_: Soon the _Mad Mixture_ will to all give Law, And for the _Laurel Wreaths_ present thee _Wreaths of Straw_. _Judgment's_ the _Act of Reason_; that which brings Fit _Thoughts_ to _Thoughts_, and argues _Things_ from _Things_, True, Decent, Just, are in its _Balance_ try'd, And thence we learn to _Range, Compound, Divide_. 60 [Sidenote: _Invention and Memory_.] A _Cave_ there is wherein those _Nymphs_ reside Who all the Realms of _Sense_ and _Fancy_ guide; Nay some affirm that in the deepest _Cell_ Imperial _Reason's_ self does not disdain to dwell: With Living _Reed_ 'tis thatch'd and guarded round, Which mov'd by _Winds_ emit a Silver Sound: Two _Crystal Fountains_ near its _Entrance_ play, } Wide scatt'ring _Golden Streams_ which ne'er decay, } Two _Labyrinths_ behind harmonious Sounds convey: } Chiefly, within, the _Room of State_ is fam'd 70 Of rich _Mosaick Work_ divinely fram'd: Of small _Extent_ to view, 'twill all things hide, Heav'n's Azure _Arch_ it self not half so wide: Here all the _Arts_ their sacred Mansion chuse, Here dwells the MOTHER of the Heav'n-born Muse: With wond'rous mystic _Figures_ round 'tis wrought _Inlaid_ with FANCY, and _anneal'd_ with _Thought_: With more than humane Skill depicted here The various _Images of Things_ appear; What _Was_, or _Is_, or labours yet to _Be_ 80 Within the Womb of Dark _Futurity_, May _Stowage_ in this wondrous _Storehouse_ find, Yet leave unnumber'd empty _Cells_ behind: But ah! as fast they come, they fly too fast, Not _Life or Happiness are more in haste_: Only the _First Great Mind_ himself can stay The _Fugitives_ and at _one Glance_ survey; But those whom he disdains not to befriend, } _Uncommon Souls_, who nearest Heav'n ascend }