To The Elysian Shades Dismiss My Soul,

The Only Time You Run Out Of Chances Is When You Stop Taking Them

Some Positive Persisting Fops We Know, Who, If Once Wrong, Will Needs Be Always So; But You With Pleasure Own Your Errors Past, And Make Each Day A Critique On The Last.

Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

And Each Blasphemer Quite Escape The Rod, Because The Insult's Not On Man, But God?

Intestine War No More Our Passions Wage, And Giddy Factions Bear Away Their Rage.