O Peace! How Many Wars Were Waged

Order Is Heaven's First Law.

On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

Love The Offender, Yet Detest The Offense.

Be Thou The First True Merit To Befriend, His Praise Is Lost Who Stays Till All Commend.

But Touch Me, And No Minister So Sore. Whoe'er Offends, At Some Unlucky Time Slides Into Verse, And Hitches In A Rhyme, Sacred To Ridicule His Whole Life Long, And The Sad Burthen Of Some Merry Song.