Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.

Whatever is, is in its causes just.

He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.

Nor is the people's judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.