Have various names - One giv’n by Truth Divine,
(As Simulation thus was fixed for mine,)
The rest by man, who now, as wisdom’s prize
My secret counsels, now as art despise;
One hour, as just, those counsels they embrace,
And spurn, the next, as pitiful and base.
Thee, too, my child, those fools as Cunning fly,
Who on thy counsel and thy craft rely;
That worthy craft in others they condemn,
But ’tis their prudence, while conducting them.