I Have More Zeal Than Wit.

Like Bubbles On The Sea Of Matter Borne, They Rise, They Break, And To That Sea Return.

Two Purposes In Human Nature Rule. Self- Love To Urge, And Reason To Restrain.

Ten Censure Wrong For One Who Writes Amiss.

The Lamb Thy Riot Dooms To Bleed Today, Had He Thy Reason, Would He Skip And Play? Pleas'd To The Last He Crops The Flow'ry Food, And Licks The Hand Just Rais'd To Shed His Blood.

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.