If right, no meed of praise is won,
No more than duty then is done;
If wrong, then censure I partake,
Deserving such a gross mistake.
How long shall I o’er this bewail?
“The best,” ’tis said, “will sometimes fail;”
Must it then peace forever break—
Summed up, ’tis only a mistake.
A smile is my delight to share,
A frown is more than I can bear;