From Nature's Chain Whatever Link You Strike,

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

Of Little Use, The Man You May Suppose, Who Says In Verse What Others Say In Prose; Yet Let Me Show A Poet's Of Some Weight, And (though No Soldier) Useful To The State, What Will A Child Learn Sooner Than A Song? What Better Teach A Foreigner The Tongue? What's Long Or Short, Each Accent Where To Place And Speak In Public With Some Sort Of Grace?

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

Never Elated When Someone's Oppressed, Never Dejected When Another One's Blessed.

Jarring Interests Of Themselves Create The According Music Of A Well-mixed State.