Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.
And write about it, Goddess, and about it!
To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.