Man, Like The Generous Vine,

Of Darkness Visible So Much Be Lent, As Half To Show, Half Veil, The Deep Intent.

Search Then The Ruling Passion; There Alone, The Wild Are Constant, And The Cunning Known; The Fool Consistent, And The False Sincere; Priests, Princes, Women, No Dissemblers Here.

To Dazzle Let The Vain Design, To Raise The Thought And Touch The Heart, Be Thine!

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.

Nor In The Critic Let The Man Be Lost.