Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

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

Avoid Extremes; and shun the fault of such Who still are pleas'd too little or too much.

The enormous faith of many made for one.

On wrongs swift vengeance waits.

A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, is more than armies to the public weal.

Sure of their qualities and demanding praise, more go to ruined fortunes than are raised.