Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A

A Fiery Soul, Which Working Out Its Way, Fretted The Pygmy-body To Decay: And O'er-informed The Tenement Of Clay. A Daring Pilot In Extremity; Pleased With The Danger, When The Waves Went High He Sought The Storms...

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections.

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.

Not Sharp Revenge, Nor Hell Itself Can Find, A Fiercer Torment Than A Guilty Mind, Which Day And Night Doth Dreadfully Accuse, Condemns The Wretch, And Still The Charge Renews.

Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The State.