Envy, To Which Th' Ignoble Mind's A

Virtue She Finds Too Painful An Endeavour, Content To Dwell In Decencies For Ever.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State.

Tis True, 'tis Certain; Man, Though Dead, Retains Part Of Himself; The Immortal Mind Remains.

While Man Exclaims, "see All Things For My Use!" "see Man For Mine!" Replies A Pamper'd Goose.

Who Sees With Equal Eye, As God Of All, A Hero Perish Or A Sparrow Fall, Atoms Or Systems Into Ruin Hurl'd, And Now A Bubble Burst, And Now A World.