Temper Justice With Mercy.

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

Hence, Loathèd Melancholy, Of Cerberus And Blackest Midnight Born, In Stygian Cave Forlorn, 'mongst Horrid Shapes, And Shrieks, And Sights Unholy.

No Man Who Knows Aught, Can Be So Stupid To Deny That All Men Naturally Were Born Free.

Joking Decides Great Things, Stronger And Better Oft Than Earnest Can.

Those Graceful Acts, Those Thousand Decencies, That Daily Flow From All Her Words And Actions, Mixed With Love And Sweet Compliance, Which Declare Unfeigned Union Of Mind, Or In Us Both One Soul.