See Christians, Jews, One Heavy Sabbath Keep,

Woman's At Best A Contradiction Still.

Fools Admire, But Men Of Sense Approve.

With Sharpen'd Sight Pale Antiquaries Pore, Th' Inscription Value, But The Rust Adore. This The Blue Varnish, That The Green Endears; The Sacred Rust Of Twice Ten Hundred Years.

You Purchase Pain With All That Joy Can Give And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky, For Those Who Greatly Think Or Bravely Die?