God Forbid That Judges Upon Their Oath

War's A Game, Which, Were Their Subjects Wise, Kings Would Not Play At.

Tis Pleasant, Through The Loopholes Of Retreat, To Peep At Such A World; To See The Stir Of The Great Babel, And Not Feel The Crowd.

Forgot The Blush That Virgin Fears Impart To Modest Cheeks, And Borrowed One From Art.

All We Behold Is Miracle.

Religion, Richest Favor Of The Skies.