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In Pious Times, Ere Priest-craft Did Begin, Before Polygamy Was Made A Sin; When Man, On Many, Multipli'd His Kind, Ere One To One Was Cursedly Confin'd: When Nature Prompted, And No Law Deni'd Promiscuous Use Of Concubine And Bride; Then, Israel's Monarch, After Heaven's Own Heart, His Vigorous Warmth Did Variously Impart To Wives And Slaves: And, Wide As His Command, Scatter'd His Maker's Image Through The Land.

The Trumpet's Loud Clangor Excites Us To Arms.

The Blushing Beauties Of A Modest Maid.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.

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