Know Then, Unnumber'd Spirits Round Thee Fly,

The Dull Flat Falsehood Serves For Policy, And In The Cunning, Truth's Itself A Lie.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State.

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

Lo, What Huge Heaps Of Littleness Around!

The Muse But Serv'd To Ease Some Friend, Not Wife, / To Help Me Through This Long Disease, My Life.