Nor bigots who but one way see, through blinkers of authority.
— Matthew Green
Though pleas'd to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way.
Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.
Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.
They politics like ours profess, the greater prey upon the less.
Experience join'd with common sense, To mortals is a providence.
Talk of unusual swell of waist In maid of honor loosely laced.
