So Perish All Who Do

What Reason Weaves, By Passion Is Undone.

Some Praise At Morning What They Blame At Night, But Always Think The Last Opinion Right.

Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To Love Too Well?

He Knows To Live Who Keeps The Middle State, And Neither Leans On This Side Nor On That.

So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.