The Earth, That Is Nature's Mother, Is

Enjoy'd No Sooner But Despised Straight, Past Reason Hunted, And No Sooner Had Past Reason Hated

Thou And I Are Too Wise To Woo Peaceably.

Care For Us! True, Indeed! They Ne'er Cared For Us Yet: Suffer Us To Famish, And Their Storehouses Crammed With Grain; Make Edicts For Usury, To Support Usurers; Repeal Daily Any Wholesome Act Established Against The Rich, And Provide More Piercing Statutes Daily To Chain Up And Restrain The Poor. If The Wars Eat Us Not Up, They Will; And There's All The Love They Bear Us.

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.

Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is Method In't.