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

Did some more sober critics come abroad? If wrong, I smil'd; if right, I kiss'd the rod.

Be silent always when you doubt your sense.

And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.

Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.

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