Who Shall Decide When Doctors Disagree, And

And Write About It, Goddess, And About It!

And Empty Heads Console With Empty Sound.

But To The World No Bugbear Is So Great, As Want Of Figure And A Small Estate.

Envy Will Merit As Its Shade Pursue, But Like A Shadow, Proves The Substance True.

There Various News I Heard Of Love And Strife,of Peace And War, Health, Sickness, Death, And Life,of Loss And Gain, Of Famine And Of Store,of Storms At Sea, And Travels On The Shore,of Prodigies, And Portents Seen In Air,of Fires And Plagues, And Stars With Blazing Hair,of Turns Of Fortune, Changes In The State,the Fall Of Favourites, Projects Of The Great,of Aid Mismanagements, Taxations New:all Neither Wholly False, Nor Wholly True.