Pity Melts The Mind To Love.

Time And Death Shall Depart And Say In Flying Love Has Found Out A Way To Live, By Dying.

A Brave Man Scorns To Quarrel Once A Day; Like Hectors In At Every Petty Fray.

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies Arise!

For All The Happiness Mankind Can Gain Is Not In Pleasure, But In Rest From Pain.

And That The Scriptures, Though Not Everywhere Free From Corruption, Or Entire, Or Clear, Are Uncorrupt, Sufficient, Clear, Entire In All Things Which Our Needful Faith Require.