To Dr. MReading Mathmatics

Vain our pursuits of knowledge, vain our care;
The cost and labour we may justly spare:
Death from this coarse alloy refines the mind,
Leaves us at large to' expatiate unconfin'd;
All science opens to our wondering eyes,
And the good man is in a moment wise.
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