What Is It To Be Wise? 'tis

Judges And Senates Have Been Bought For Gold; Esteem And Love Were Never To Be Sold.

If, Presume Not To God To Scan; The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man. Plac'd On This Isthmus Of A Middle State, A Being Darkly Wise, And Rudely Great.

In Adamantine Chains Shall Death Be Bound, And Hell's Grim Tyrant Feel Th' Eternal Wound.

The Lights And Shades, Whose Well-accorded Strife Gives All The Strength And Color Of Our Life.

All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not See