I see the right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.[295:4]
Ovid, Metamorphoses, vii. 20 (translated by Tate and Stonestreet, edited by Garth).
For all their luxury was doing good.[295:5]
Claremont. Line 149.
Footnotes
Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy;
Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.
Christopher Codrington: Lines addressed to Garth on his Dispensary.