Of Her Scorn The Maid Repented, And

We May Think All Religions Beneficial, And Believe Of One Alone That It Is True.

Englishmen Are Said To Love Their Laws; - That Is The Reason, I Suppose, They Give Us So Many Of Them, And In Different Editions.

Forgotten Rimes, And College Themes, Worm-eaten Plans, And Embryo Schemes; A Mass Of Heterogeneous Matter. A Chaos Dark, Nor Land Nor Water.

Man Is The Nobler Growth Our Realms Supply, And Souls Are Ripened In Our Northern Sky.

But Every Act In Consequence Of Our Faith, Strengthens Faith.