A Patriot Is A Fool In Ev'ry

Superstition Is The Spleen Of The Soul.

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

To Swear Is Neither Brave, Polite, Nor Wise.

Ah! What Avails It Me The Flocks To Keep, Who Lost My Heart While I Preserv'd My Sheep.

For Forms Of Government Let Fools Contest; Whate'er Is Best Administer'd Is Best. For Modes Of Faith Let Graceless Zealots Fight; His Can't Be Wrong Whose Life Is In The Right. In Faith And Hope The World Will Disagree, But All Mankind's Concern Is Charity.