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.
The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.
Truth needs not flowers of speech.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.