I'm Armed With More Than Complete Steel,

I Count Religion But A Childish Toy, And Hold There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

It Lies Not In Our Power To Love Or Hate, For Will In Us Is Overruled By Fate.

What Are Kings, When Regiment Is Gone, But Perfect Shadows In A Sunshine Day?

Where Both Deliberate, The Love Is Slight: Who Ever Lov'd, That Lov'd Not At First Sight?

Goodness Is Beauty In The Best Estate.