They first condemn that first advised the ill.
Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Whatever is, is in its causes just.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.