Without One Friend, Above All Foes, Britannia

There Is In Souls A Sympathy With Sounds.

Pleasure Admitted In Undue Degree, Enslaves The Will, Nor Leaves The Judgment Free.

All Zeal For A Reform, That Gives Offence To Peace And Charity, Is Mere Pretence.

Still Ending, And Beginning Still.

He Finds His Fellow Guilty Of A Skin Not Color'd Like His Own, And Having Pow'r T' Enforce The Wrong, For Such A Worthy Cause Dooms And Devotes Him As His Lawful Prey.