And Now The Herald Lark Left His

For Evil News Rides Post, While Good News Baits.

For What Can War, But Endless War, Still Breed?

Nor Jealousy Was Understood, The Injur'd Lover's Hell.

Wherefore Did Nature Pour Her Bounties Forth With Such A Full And Unwithdrawing Hand, Covering The Earth With Odours, Fruits, Flocks, Thronging The Seas With Spawn Innumerable, But All To Please And Sate The Curious Taste?

And I Will Place Within Them As A Guide My Umpire Conscience, Whom If They Will Hear Light After Light Well Used They Shall Attain, And To The End Persisting, Safe Arrive.