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

Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.

The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.

No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.

There goes a saying, and 'twas shrewdly said, ''Old fish at table, but young flesh in bed.

Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of gods.

Fools admire, but men of sense approve.