Some People Will Never Learn Anything, For

To Swear Is Neither Brave, Polite, Nor Wise.

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.

Mark What Unvary'd Laws Preserve Each State, Laws Wise As Nature, And As Fixed As Fate.

That Each From Other Differs, First Confess; Next That He Varies From Himself No Less.

Self-love, The Spring Of Motion, Acts The Soul; Reason's Comparing Balance Rules The Whole. Man, But For That No Action Could Attend, And, But For This, Were Active To No End: Fix'd Like A Plant On His Peculiar Spot, To Draw Nutrition, Propagate, And Rot; Or, Meteor-like, Flame Lawless Thro' The Void, Destroying Others, By Himself Destroy'd.