Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.
No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.
Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.