By Education Most Have Been Misled.

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

We Must Beat The Iron While It Is Hot, But We May Polish It At Leisure.

Government Itself At Length Must Fall To Nature's State, Where All Have Right To All.

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.

Of All The Tyrannies On Human Kind The Worst Is That Which Persecutes The Mind.