England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea.
The laws I love; the lawyers I suspect.
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
If you mean to profit, learn to praise.