Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou

For Mysterious Things Of Faith, Rely On The Proponent, Heaven's Authority.

Not Heav'n Itself Upon The Past Has Pow'r; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

A Lively Faith Will Bear Aloft The Mind, And Leave The Luggage Of Good Works Behind.

Him Of The Western Dome, Whose Weighty Sense Flows In Fit Words And Heavenly Eloquence.

To Die For Faction Is A Common Evil, But To Be Hanged For Nonsense Is The Devil.