Passion is pleased; and Reason asks no more;
’Tis rational! ’tis great!—But what is thine?
It darkens! shocks! excruciates! and confounds!
Leaves us quite naked, both of help, and hope, 2044
Sinking from bad to worse; few years, the sport
Of Fortune; then the morsel of Despair.
Say, then, Lorenzo! (for thou know’st it well)
What’s vice?—Mere want of compass in our thought.
Religion, what?—The proof of common sense.
How art thou hooted, where the least prevails!