Goodness Thinks No Ill Where No Ill

But Oh! As To Embrace Me She Inclin'd, I Wak'd, She Fled, And Day Brought Back My Night.

The Conquer'd, Also, And Enslaved By War, Shall, With Their Freedom Lost, All Virtue Lose.

The Spirits Perverse With Easy Intercourse Pass To And Fro, To Tempt Or Punish Mortals.

As In An Organ From One Blast Of Wind To Many A Row Of Pipes The Soundboard Breathes.

Reason Is Also Choice.