Eye Me, Blest Providence, And Square My

Law Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove, Save By Those Shadowy Expiations Weak.

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

Farewell Happy Fields, Where Joy Forever Dwells: Hail, Horrors, Hail.

The Greatest Burden In The World Is Superstition, Not Only Of Ceremonies In The Church, But Of Imaginary And Scarecrow Sins At Home.

For Books Are As Meats And Viands Are; Some Of Good, Some Of Evil Sub-stance.