The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.

Whatever is, is right.

One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.

Tis true, 'tis certain; man, though dead, retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.

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.

The scripture in times of disputes is like an open town in times of war, which serves in differently the occasions of both parties.