Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.

Desire Of Power, On Earth A Vicious Weed, Yet, Sprung From High, Is Of Celestial Seed: In God 'tisglory; And When Men Aspire, 'tis But A Spark Too Much Of Heavenly Fire.

Good Heaven, Whose Darling Attribute We Find Is Boundless Grace, And Mercy To Mankind, Abhors The Cruel.

Interest Makes All Seem Reason That Leads To It.

To Die Is Landing On Some Distant Shore.

They First Condemn That First Advised The Ill.