And Diff'ring Judgments Serve But To Declare

Religion Does Not Censure Or Exclude Unnumbered Pleasures, Harmlessly Pursued.

Blind Unbelief Is Sure To Err, And Scan His Work In Vain; God Is His Own Interpreter, And He Will Make It Plain.

There Is A Pleasure In Poetic Pains / Which Only Poets Know.

Built God A Church And Laughed His Word To Scorn.

Ceremony Leads Her Bigots Forth, Prepared To Fight For Shadows Of No Worth. While Truths, On Which Eternal Things Depend, Can Hardly Find A Single Friend.