Peace Hath Her Victories, No Less Renowned

The Mountain Nymph, Sweet Liberty.

There Are No Songs Comparable To The Songs Of Zion, No Orations Equal To Those Of The Prophets, And No Politics Like Those Which The Scriptures Teach.

Abash'd The Devil Stood, And Felt How Awful Goodness Is.

Yet Beauty, Though Injurious, Hath Strange Power, After Offence Returning, To Regain Love Once Possess'd.

Retiring From The Popular Noise, I Seek This Unfrequented Place To Find Some Ease.