Skins May Differ, But Affection Dwells In

The Still Small Voice Is Wanted.

Pleasure Admitted In Undue Degree, Enslaves The Will, Nor Leaves The Judgment Free.

Fanaticism, The False Fire Of An Overheated Mind.

I Pity Bashful Men, Who Feel The Pain Of Fancied Scorn And Undeserved Disdain, And Bear The Marks Upon A Blushing Face, Of Needless Shame, And Self-impos'd Disgrace.

All Constraint, / Except What Wisdom Lays On Evil Men, / Is Evil.