All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye.

A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.

Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?

Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.

"With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart.

Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .

Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.