Religion, Richest Favor Of The Skies.

It Chills My Blood To Hear The Blest Supreme Rudely Appealed To On Each Trifling Theme.

Though Peace Be Made, Yet It's Interest That Keep Peace.

When Scandal Has New-minted An Old Lie, Or Tax'd Invention For A Fresh Supply, 'tis Call'd A Satire, And The World Appears Gathering Around It With Erected Ears; A Thousand Names Are Toss'd Into The Crowd, Some Whisper'd Softly, And Some Twang'd Aloud, Just As The Sapience Of An Author's Brain, Suggests It Safe Or Dangerous To Be Plain.

Th' Embroid'ry Of Poetic Dreams.

Restraining Prayer, We Cease To Fight; Prayer Keeps The Christian's Armor Bright; And Satan Trembles When He Sees The Weakest Saint Upon His Knees.