Time Conquers All, And We Must Time

Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.

Ask You What Provocation I Have Had? The Strong Antipathy Of Good To Bad.

Pleased To The Last, He Crops The Flowery Food, And Licks The Hand Just Raised To Shed His Blood.

Teach Me To Feel Another's Woe, To Hide The Fault I See, That Mercy I To Others Show, That Mercy Show To Me.

Those Oft Are Stratagems Which Errors Seem Nor Is It Homer Nods, But We That Dream.