And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.

The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still.

In men, we various ruling passions find; In women two almost divide the kind; Those only fix'd, they first or last obey. The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.

Search then the ruling passion; there alone, The wild are constant, and the cunning known; The fool consistent, and the false sincere; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale

The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.