And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.
Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
As if the world and they were hand and glove.
Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.
I have a kitten,the drollest of all creatures that ever wore a cat's skin.