Pandemonium, The High Capital Of Satan And

My Heart Contains Of Good, Wise, Just, The Perfect Shape.

Herbs, And Other Country Messes, Which The Neat-handed Phillis Dresses.

Ink Is The Blood Of The Printing-press.

Yet Much Remains To Conquer Still; Peace Hath Her Victories No Less Renowned Then War, New Foes Arise Threatening To Bind Our Souls With Secular Chains: Help Us To Save Free Conscience From The Paw Of Hireling Wolves Whose Gospel Is Their Maw.

Yet Hold It More Humane, More Heav'nly, First, By Winning Words To Conquer Willing Hearts, And Make Persuasion Do The Work Of Fear.