Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
Cavil you may, but never criticise.
Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.
Fickle Fortune reigns, and, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.
Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.