Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No

Lo! The Poor Indian, Whose Untutored Mind Sees God In Clouds, Or Hears Him In The Wind.

For He Lives Twice Who Can At Once Employ, The Present Well, And E'en The Past Enjoy.

Chaste To Her Husband, Frank To All Beside, A Teeming Mistress, But A Barren Bride.

Strength Of Mind Is Exercise, Not Rest.

Vice Is A Monster Of So Frightful Mien As To Be Hated Needs But To Be Seen; Yet Seen Too Oft, Familiar With Her Face, We First Endure, Then Pity, Then Embrace.