Placed On This Isthmus Of

Fool, 'tis In Vain From Wit To Wit To Roam: Know, Sense, Like Charity, Begins At Home.

Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently Blows, And The Smooth Stream In Smoother Numbers Flows; But When Loud Surges Lash The Sounding Shore, The Hoarse Rough Verse Should Like The Torrent Roar. When Ajax Strives Some Rock's Vast Weight To Throw, The Line Too Labours, And The Words Move Slow: Not So When Swift Camilla Scours The Plain, Flies O'er Th' Unbending Corn, And Skims Along The Main.

The Hungry Judges Soon The Sentence Sign, And Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.

In Faith And Hope The World Will Disagree, But All Mankind's Concern Is Charity.

A God Without Dominion, Providence, And Final Causes, Is Nothing Else But Fate And Nature.