Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
Be silent always when you doubt your sense.
Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind.
Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.
When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.