Dogs, Ye Have Had Your Day!

To Balance Fortune By A Just Expense, Join With Economy, Magnificence.

That Virtue Only Makes Our Bliss Below, And All Our Knowledge Is Ourselves To Know.

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.

The Bookful Blockhead, Ignorantly Read With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head.

For He Lives Twice Who Can At Once Employ, The Present Well, And E'en The Past Enjoy.