Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.
Experience join'd with common sense, To mortals is a providence.
Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
I always choose the plainest food to mend viscidity of blood? To thee I fly, but thee dilute ? through veins my blood doth quicker shoot; and by swift currents throws off clean prolific particles of spleen.
Nor bigots who but one way see, through blinkers of authority.
Talk of unusual swell of waist In maid of honor loosely laced.
They politics like ours profess, the greater prey upon the less.
Though pleas'd to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way.