Ah! Why, Ye Gods, Should Two And

To Swear Is Neither Brave, Polite, Nor Wise.

I Have More Zeal Than Wit.

Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No Private Road, But Looks Through Nature Up To Nature's God.

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

Honor And Shame From No Condition Rise. Act Well Your Part: There All The Honor Lies.