Tis Thus The Mercury Of Man Is

Trust Not Yourself, But Your Defects To Know, Make Use Of Every Friend And Every Foe.

When Rumours Increase, And When There Is An Abundance Of Noise And Clamour, Believe The Second Report.

What Dire Offence From Am'rous Causes Springs, What Mighty Contests Rise From Trivial Things.

Pleasures Are Ever In Our Hands Or Eyes; And When In Act They Cease, In Prospect Rise.

A God Without Dominion, Providence, And Final Causes, Is Nothing Else But Fate And Nature.