Man’s a poor deluded bubble,
Wand’ring in a mist of lies,
Seeing false, or seeing double,
Who wou’d trust to such weak eyes?
Yet presuming on his senses,
On he goes most wond’rous wise:
Doubts of truth, believes pretences;
Lost in error, lives and dies.
From: http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poems/song
Date: 1745
By: Robert Dodsley (1703-1764)