Mankind Is Unamendable.

Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confus'd.

Like Bubbles On The Sea Of Matter Borne, They Rise, They Break, And To That Sea Return.

Avoid Extremes; And Shun The Fault Of Such Who Still Are Pleas'd Too Little Or Too Much.

Seas Roll To Waft Me, Suns To Light Me Rise; My Footstool Earth, My Canopy The Skies.

Count All Th' Advantage Prosperous Vice Attains, 'tis But What Virtue Flies From And Disdains: And Grant The Bad What Happiness They Would, One They Must Want--which Is, To Pass For Good.