The Dances Ended, All The Fairy Train

Count All Th' Advantage Prosperous Vice Attains, 'tis But What Virtue Flies From And Disdains: And Grant The Bad What Happiness They Would, One They Must Want--which Is, To Pass For Good.

A Disputant No More Cares For The Truth Than The Sportsman For The Hare.

Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confus'd.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State.

Who Shall Decide When Doctors Disagree, And Soundest Casuists Doubt, Like You And Me?