Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou

At Home The Hateful Names Of Parties Cease, And Factious Souls Are Wearied Into Peace.

Truth Is The Object Of Our Understanding, As Good Is Of Our Will; And The Understanding Can No More Be Delighted With A Lie Than The Will Can Choose An Apparent Evil.

All Things Are Subject To Decay And When Fate Summons, Monarchs Must Obey.

Having Mourned Your Sin, For Outward Eden Lost, Find Paradise Within.

I Never Saw Any Good That Came Of Telling Truth.