And write about it, Goddess, and about it!

Coffee which makes the politician wise, and see through all things with his half-shut eyes.

That each from other differs, first confess; next that he varies from himself no less.

On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.

What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.

All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye that habitually compares everything to something better. But by changing that habit to comparing everything to something worse, even making it a game, that person can find gratitude, relief and happiness where-ever they go and whatever they experience, guaranteed!

Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.