The Blest To-day Is As

Who Shall Decide When Doctors Disagree, And Soundest Casuists Doubt, Like You And Me?

Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.

Grave Authors Say, And Witty Poets Sing, That Honest Wedlock Is A Glorious Thing.

What Is It To Be Wise? 'tis But To Know How Little Can Be Known, To See All Others' Faults, And Feel Our Own.

Thou Wert My Guide, Philosopher, And Friend.