Age and want sit smiling at the gate.
Never find fault with the absent.
There is nothing wanting to make all rational and disinterested people in the world of one religion, but that they should talk together every day.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.
Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.