They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.

Wisdom and goodness are twin-born, one heart Must hold both sisters, never seen apart.

Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

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.

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

For 'tis a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost We seek it, ere it come to light, In every cranny but the right