Great Families Of Yesterday We Show, And

Wealth, Howsoever Got, In England Makes Lords Of Mechanics, Gentlemen Of Rakes; Antiquity And Birth Are Needless Here; 'tis Impudence And Money Makes A Peer.

Actions Receive Their Tincture From The Times, And As They Change Are Virtues Made Or Crimes

Reason, It Is True, Is Dictator In The Society Of Mankind; From Her There Ought To Lie No Appeal; But Here We Want A Pope In Our Philosophy, To Be The Infallible Judge Of What Is Or Is Not Reason.

Though I Don't Like The Crew, I Won't Sink The Ship. In Fact, In Time Of Storm I'll Do My Best To Save It. You See, We Are All In This Craft And Must Sink Or Swim Together.

I Know Not What To Call This, Nor Will I Urge That It Is A Secret, Overruling Decree, That Hurries Us On To Be The Instruments Of Our Own Destruction, Even Though It Be Before Us, And That We Rush Upon It With Our Eyes Open.