I Never Saw Any Good That Came

Him Of The Western Dome, Whose Weighty Sense Flows In Fit Words And Heavenly Eloquence.

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.

With How Much Ease Believe We What We Wish!

Jealousy Is The Jaundice Of The Soul.

For Lawful Power Is Still Superior Found, When Long Driven Back, At Length It Stands The Ground.