Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.
On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.
The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
And make each day a critic on the last.