To What Base Ends, And

Unthought-of Frailties Cheat Us In The Wise.

Mark What Unvary'd Laws Preserve Each State, Laws Wise As Nature, And As Fixed As Fate.

Good-nature And Good-sense Must Ever Join; To Err Is Human, To Forgive, Divine.

So Modern 'pothecaries, Taught The Art By Doctor's Bills To Play The Doctor's Part, Bold In The Practice Of Mistaken Rules, Prescribe, Apply, And Call Their Masters Fools.

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