Praise Undeserved, Is Satire In Disguise.

All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not See

Some Place The Bliss In Action, Some In Ease, Those Call It Pleasure, And Contentment These.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State, A Being Darkly Wise And Rudely Great... He Hangs Between; In Doubt To Act Or Rest; In Doubt To Deem Himself A God, Or Beast; In Doubt His Mind Or Body To Prefer; Born To Die, And Reasoning But To Err.

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

That Character In Conversation Which Commonly Passes For Agreeable Is Made Up Of Civility And Falsehood.