What beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? - Alexander Pope

Natura și legile Naturii zăceau ascunse în beznă: Dumnezeu a spus să fie Newton! și s-a făcut lumină

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day."

Fear not the anger of the wise to raise;
Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.