Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
Be silent always when you doubt your sense.
Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!
All nature is but art unknown to thee.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.