Thus Dulness, the safe Opiate of the Mind,
The last kind Refuge weary Wit can find,
Fit for all Stations, and in each content
Is satisfy’d, secure, and innocent:
No Pains it takes, and no Offence it gives,
Un-fear’d, un-hated, un-disturb’d it lives.
–And if each writing Author’s best pretence,
Be but to teach the Ignorant more Sense;
Then Dulness was the Cause they wrote before;
As ’tis at last the Cause they write no more;
So Wit, which most scorn it does pretend,
With Dulness first began, in Dulness last must end.