When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
In this commonplace world every one is said to be romantic who either admires a fine thing or does one.
How vast a memory has Love!
Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.
Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then Nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.