This Long Disease, My Life.

Fondly We Think We Honor Merit Then, When We But Praise Ourselves In Other Men.

New, Distant Scenes Of Endless Science Rise: So Pleas'd At First, The Towring Alps We Try.

But Thousands Die Without Or This Or That, Die, And Endow A College Or A Cat.

Fools Rush In Where Angels Fear To Tread.

Envy, To Which Th' Ignoble Mind's A Slave, Is Emulation In The Learn'd Or Brave.