So Dear I Love Him, That With

Tower'd Cities Please Us Then, And The Busy Hum Of Men.

If Weakness May Excuse, What Murderer, What Traitor, Parricide, Incestuous, Sacrilegious, But May Plead It? All Wickedness Is Weakness; That Plea, Therefore, With God Or Man Will Gain Thee No Remission.

But God Himself Is Truth; In Propagating Which, As Men Display A Greater Integrity And Zeal, They Approach Nearer To The Similitude Of God, And Possess A Greater Portion Of His Love.

To Be Weak Is Miserable, Doing Or Suffering.

Moping Melancholy And Moon-struck Madness.