Every Man Has Just As Much Vanity

Never Elated When Someone's Oppressed, Never Dejected When Another One's Blessed.

Fools Admire, But Men Of Sense Approve.

Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To Love Too Well? To Bear Too Tender Or Too Firm A Heart, To Act A Lover's Or A Roman's Part? Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky For Those Who Greatly Think, Or Bravely Die?

Bear, Like The Turk, No Brother Near The Throne.

Lo! The Poor Indian! Whose Untutor'd Mind Sees God In Clouds, Or Hears Him In The Wind; His Soul Proud Science Never Taught To Stray Far As The Solar Walk Or Milky Way.