Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them

Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly, Harmless, Household Dove, Fond Without Art, And Kind Without Deceit.

Him Of The Western Dome, Whose Weighty Sense Flows In Fit Words And Heavenly Eloquence.

Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are Half Eased.

Plots, True Or False, Are Necessary Things, To Raise Up Commonwealths And Ruin Kings.

The Jews, A Headstrong, Moody, Murmuring Race.