For My Part, I Can Compare Her

She Feared No Danger, For She Knew No Sin.

Ill News Is Wing'd With Fate, And Flies Apace.

What Passion Cannot Music Raise And Quell!

Raw In The Fields The Rude Militia Swarms, Mouth Without Hands; Maintained At Vast Expense, In Peace A Charge, In War A Weak Defence.

We Find Few Historians Who Have Been Diligent Enough In Their Search For Truth; It Is Their Common Method To Take On Trust What They Help Distribute To The Public; By Which Means A Falsehood Once Received From A Famed Writer Becomes Traditional To Posterity.