Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.

The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!

See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head! Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly!

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.

All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. [and therefore the solution is to fix the jaundiced eye.]

Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.