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