He Made All Countries Where He Came

Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.

Nor Is The People's Judgment Always True: The Most May Err As Grossly As The Few.

I Have A Soul That Like An Ample Shield Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More.

That, If The Gentiles, (whom No Law Inspir'd,) By Nature Did What Was By Law Requir'd; They, Who The Written Rule And Never Known, Were To Themselves Both Rule And Law Alone: To Natures Plain Indictment They Shall Plead; And, By Their Conscience, Be Condemn'd Or Freed.