The Lot Of Man -

Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

Here Hills And Vales, The Woodland And The Plain Here Earth And Water Seem To Strive Again, Not Chaos-like Together Crushed And Bruised, But, As The World, Harmoniously Confused: Where Order In Variety We See, And Where, Though All Things Differ, All Agree.

One Science Only Will One Genius Fit; So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

He Knows To Live Who Keeps The Middle State, And Neither Leans On This Side Nor On That.

The Bookful Blockhead Ignorantly Read, With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head, With His Own Tongue Still Edifies His Ears, And Always List'ning To Himself Appears. All Books He Reads, And All He Reads Assails.