The vulgar follow Fortune's glances.

The vulgar follow Fortune's glances.

Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
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Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.

'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.

'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.

It is the fault of youth that it cannot restrain its own
impetuosity.

It is the fault of youth that it cannot restrain its own
impetuosity.

To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery.

To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery.

O wad some power the giftie gie us
To see oursel's as ithers see us!
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O wad some power the giftie gie us
To see oursel's as ithers see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us.
And foolish notion;
What airs in dress and gait wad lea'e us,
And ev'n devotion!

Not seldom clad in radiant vest
Deceitfully goes forth the dawn,
Not seldom evening in the west
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Not seldom clad in radiant vest
Deceitfully goes forth the dawn,
Not seldom evening in the west
Sinks smilingly forsworn.

Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.

Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.

Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;
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Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,
Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike;
Alike reserv'd to blame, or to commend,
A tim'rous foe, and a suspicious friend.