And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.
All we behold is miracle.
Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
Heaven's harmony is universal love.
Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?