But Infinite In Pardon Is My Judge.

Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And Judge The Prize.

One Sip Of This Will Bathe The Drooping Spirits In Delight, Beyond The Bliss Of Dreams.

How Often From The Steep Of Echoing Hill Or Thicket Have We Heard Celestial Voices To The Midnight Air, Sole, Or Responsive Each To Other's Note, Singing Their Great Creator?

United Thoughts And Counsels, Equal Hope And Hazard In The Glorious Enterprise.

Here We May Reign Secure; And In My Choice To Reign Is Worth Ambition, Though In Hell: Better To Reign In Hell Than Serve In Heaven.