To Rest, The Cushion And Soft Dean

Sole Judge Of Truth, In Endless Error Hurled: / The Glory, Jest, And Riddle Of The World!

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor Her Favors Call.

All Nature Is But Art, Unknown To Thee All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not See; All Discord, Harmony Not Understood; All Partial Evil, Universal Good.

Luxurious Lobster-nights, Farewell, For Sober, Studious Days!

Thou Wert My Guide, Philosopher, And Friend.