Heaven Forming Each On Other To Depend,

Search Then The Ruling Passion; There Alone, The Wild Are Constant, And The Cunning Known; The Fool Consistent, And The False Sincere; Priests, Princes, Women, No Dissemblers Here.

For Thee I Dim These Eye And Stuff This Head With All Such Reading As Was Never Read.

Praise Undeserved, Is Satire In Disguise.

Bear, Like The Turk, No Brother Near The Throne.

He Knows To Live Who Keeps The Middle State, And Neither Leans On This Side Nor On That.