And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.

Then liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.

Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

Heaven's harmony is universal love.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.