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

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.

Such as are still observing upon others are like those who are always abroad at other men's houses, reforming everything there while their own runs to ruin.

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

In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fixed, 'tis fixed as in a frost.

Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.