Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.

What Tully said of war may be applied to disputing: "It should be always so managed as to remember that the only true end of it is peace." But generally true disputants are like true sportsmen,--their whole delight is in the pursuit; and the disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.

Our judgments, like our watches, none go just alike, yet each believes his own

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

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

The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.