Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.

To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.

Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.

Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.

Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!