Come Knit Hands, And Beat The Ground

Ah, Why Should All Mankind For One Man's Fault, Be Condemned, If Guiltless?

Untwisting All The Chains That Tie The Hidden Soul Of Harmony.

Enjoy Your Dear Wit And Gay Rhetoric, That Hath So Well Been Taught Her Dazzling Fence.

By Labor And Intent Study (which I Take To Be My Portion In This Life), Joined With The Strong Propensity Of Nature, I Might Perhaps Leave Something So Written To After-times, As They Should Not Willingly Let It Die.

He That Hath Light Within Their Own Breast, May Sit In The Centre And Enjoy Bright Day.