Alas for him, who seeking truth, for aid

Embraces only a delusive shade!

In self conceit who venturing to confide,

Nor virtue gain’d, nor reason for his guide,

Leaves the right path, precipitate to stray

Where error’s glittering phantoms lead the way!

Can then the wise hope happiness to feel

In the chimæras sought with so much zeal?

Ah, no! they all are vanities and cheats!

See him, whom anxious still the morning greets,