Vain were my hopes: few ſcreens attain the praiſe
Of their great colors, and moſt their colors diſgrace.
But within its ſcreen eternal fire burns,
And all deſigners its poſseſsion so yearn:
And lo, with ſpeed we plough the uncertain way,
To wait once more at the helm of Apple’s bay.
On the Apple Monitor, Self-written.