Nor is the people's judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.