All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye.

Jarring Interests Of Themselves Create The According Music Of A Well-mixed State.

By Music Minds An Equal Temper Know, Nor Swell Too High, Nor Sink Too Low. . . . . Warriors She Fires With Animated Sounds. Pours Balm Into The Bleeding Lover's Wounds.

Still Follow Sense, Of Ev'ry Art The Soul, Parts Answering Parts Shall Slide Into A Whole.

All Seems Infected That Th' Infected Spy, As All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye.

The Dull Flat Falsehood Serves For Policy, And In The Cunning, Truth's Itself A Lie.