Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
A youth of frolic, an old age of cards.
The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake.
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,- The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.
The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!