In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight,

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.

One Rogue Leads Another.

Forgetful Youth! But Know, The Power Above With Ease Can Save Each Object Of His Love; Wide As His Will Extends His Boundless Grace.

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

See Now, How Men Lay Blame Upon Us Gods For What Is After All Nothing But Their Own Folly.