Praise Undeserved, Is Satire In Disguise.

Who Pants For Glory, Finds But Short Repose; A Breath Revives Him, Or A Breath O'erthrows.

Some Place The Bliss In Action, Some In Ease, Those Call It Pleasure, And Contentment These.

In Adamantine Chains Shall Death Be Bound, And Hell's Grim Tyrant Feel Th' Eternal Wound.

The Learned Is Happy, Nature To Explore; The Fool Is Happy, That He Knows No More.

No Creature Smarts So Little As A Fool.