Whatever Is, Is Right.

For Thee I Dim These Eye And Stuff This Head With All Such Reading As Was Never Read.

And You, My Critics! In The Chequer'd Shade, Admire New Light Thro' Holes Yourselves Have Made.

How Glowing Guilt Exalts The Keen Delight!

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows.

We Ought, In Humanity, No More To Despise A Man For The Misfortunes Of The Mind Than For Those Of The Body, When They Are Such As He Cannot Help; Were This Thoroughly Considered We Should No More Laugh At A Man For Having His Brains Cracked Than For Having His Head Broke.