Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.
Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,-health, peace, and competence.
A mighty maze! But not without a plan.
New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise: So pleas'd at first, the towring Alps we try.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.