So Softly Death Succeeded Life In Her,

Freedom Which In No Other Land Will Thrive, Freedom An English Subject's Sole Prerogative.

For Granting We Have Sinned, And That The Offence Of Man Is Made Against Omnipotence, Some Price That Bears Proportion Must Be Paid, And Infinite With Infinite Be Weighed.

If You Have Lived, Take Thankfully The Past. Make, As You Can, The Sweet Remembrance Last.

Such Subtle Covenants Shall Be Made,till Peace It Self Is War In Masquerade.

The Good We Have Enjoyed From Heaven's Free Will, And Shall We Murmur To Endure The Ill?