'Human Folly' - the poemWhate'er the passions, knowledge, fame, or pelf,Not one will change is neighbour with himself.The learn'd is happy nature to explore,The fool is happy that he knows no more;The rich is happy in the plenty given,The poor contents him with the care of Heaven,See the blind beggar dance, the cripple singThe sot a hero, lunatic a king;The starving chemist in his golden viewsSupremely bless'd, the poet in his Muse.See some strange comfort ev'ry state attend,And Pride bestow'd on all, a common friend:See some fit passion every age supply;Hope travels thro', nor quits us when we die.Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw:Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight,A little louder, but as empty quite:Scarfs, garters, gold, am
