God Never Made His Work For Man

Thoughts Cannot Form Themselves In Words So Horrid As Can Express My Guilt.

But 'tis The Talent Of Our English Nation, Still To Be Plotting Some New Reformation.

What Passion Cannot Music Raise And Quell!

He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes Oft Sees A Counterfeit.

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.