Never find fault with the absent.

The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.

Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.