I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book

In Winter's Tedious Nights Sit By The Fire With Good Old Folks, And Let Them Tell Thee Tales Of Woeful Ages, Long Ago Betid

No Man's Pie Is Freed From His Ambitious Finger.

And How His Audit Stands Who Knows, Save Heaven?

When Law Can Do No Right, Let It Be Lawful That Law Bar No Wrong.

O' Thinkest Thou We Shall Ever Meet Again? I Doubt It Not; And All These Woes Shall Serve For Sweet Discourses In Our Times To Come.