Bid Me To Live, And I Will

Men Are Suspicious; Prone To Discontent: Subjects Still Loathe The Present Government.

A Spark Neglected Makes A Mighty Fire.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.

Hell Is No Other But A Soundlesse Pit, Where No One Beame Of Comfort Peeps In It.

Let My Muse Fail Of Thy Former Helps, And Only Use Her Inadulterate Strength. What's Done By Me Hereafter Shall Smell Of The Lamp, Not Thee.