Whate'er the Passion, Knowledge, Fame, or Pelf,
Not one will change his Neighbour with himself.
The learn'd are happy, Nature to explore;
The fool is happy, that he knows no more;
The rich are happy in the plenty giv'n;
The poor contents him with the care of Heav'n.
See the blind Beggar dance, the Cripple sing,
The Sot a Hero, Lunatic a King,
The starving Chymist in his golden Views
Supreamly blest, the Poet in his Muse.