Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?

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

All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers; hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.

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

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.

Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.