Reason's Whole Pleasure, All The Joys Of

Fondly We Think We Honor Merit Then, When We But Praise Ourselves In Other Men.

And You, My Critics! In The Chequer'd Shade, Admire New Light Thro' Holes Yourselves Have Made.

Strength Of Mind Is Exercise, Not Rest.

Heaven From All Creatures Hides The Book Of Fate.

Careless Of Censure, Nor Too Fond Of Fame, Still Pleased To Praise, Yet Not Afraid To Blame, Averse Alike To Flatter Or Offend, Not Free From Faults, Nor Yet Too Vain To Mend.