For What Can War, But Endless War,

And Join With Thee Calm Peace And Quiet, Spare Fast, That Oft With Gods Doth Diet.

And Now The Herald Lark Left His Ground-nest, High Tow'ring To Descry The Morn's Approach, And Greet Her With His Song.

Who Can Enjoy Alone? Or All Enjoying What Contentment Find?

God Made Thee Perfect, Not Immutable.

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