Poetic justice, with her lifted scale, Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she weighs, And solid pudding against empty praise. Here she beholds the chaos dark and deep, Where nameless somethings in their causes sleep, Till genial Jacob, or a warm third day, Call forth each mass, a poem, or a play: How hints, like spawn, scarce quick in embryo lie, How new-born nonsense first is taught to cry. Alexander Pope
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  1. If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O, teach my heart To find that better way!
  2. Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, Let Newton be! and all was light.
  3. A man should never be ashamed to own that he has been in the wrong, which is but saying in other words that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.
  4. Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
  5. Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
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