The End Of Satire Is The Amendment

Interest Makes All Seem Reason That Leads To It.

For Mysterious Things Of Faith, Rely On The Proponent, Heaven's Authority.

Wit Will Shine Through The Harsh Cadence Of A Rugged Line.

Fool That I Was, Upon My Eagle's Wings I Bore This Wren, Till I Was Tired With Soaring, And Now He Mounts Above Me.

That, If The Gentiles, (whom No Law Inspir'd,) By Nature Did What Was By Law Requir'd; They, Who The Written Rule And Never Known, Were To Themselves Both Rule And Law Alone: To Natures Plain Indictment They Shall Plead; And, By Their Conscience, Be Condemn'd Or Freed.