Cou'd our First Father, at his toilsome Plough, br Thorns in his Path, and Labour on his Brow, br Cloath'd only in a rude, unpolish'd Skin, br Cou'd he a vain Fantastick Nymph have seen, br In all her Airs, in all her antick Graces, br Her various Fashions, and more various Faces; br How had it pos'd that Skill, which late assign'd br Just Appellations to Each several Kind! br A right Idea of the Sight to frame; br T'have guest from what New Element she came; br T'have hit the wav'ring Form, or giv'n this Thing a Name.