Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.
A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.
Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.