Know, all the Good that Individuals find,
Or God and Nature meant to meer mankind,
Reason's whole pleasures, all the joys of Sense,
Lie in three words,  and
But Health consists with Temperance alone,
And Peace, fair Virtue! Peace is all thy own;
The gifts of Fortune good or bad may gain;
But these less taste them, as they worse obtain.
Say, in pursuit of Profit or Delight,
Who risque the most, that take wrong means, or right?
Of Vice or Virtue, whether blest or curst,
Which meets Contempt, or which Compassion first?
Count all th' advantage prosp'rous Vice attains,
'Tis but what Virtue flies from, and disdains;
And grant the bad what happiness they wou'd,
One they must want, which is, to pass for good.