The Bird Of Jove, Stoop'd From His

Socrates... Whom Well Inspir'd The Oracle Pronounc'd Wisest Of Men.

Apt Words Have Power To Suage The Tumors Of A Troubled Mind.

I Was All Ear, And Took In Strains That Might Create A Soul Under The Ribs Of Death.

If The Will, Which In The Law Of Our Nature, Were Withdrawn From Our Memory, Fancy, Understanding, And Reason, No Other Hell Could Equal, For A Spiritual Being, What We Should Then Feel From The Anarchy Of Our Powers. It Would Be Conscious Madness,--a Horrid Thought!

The Power Of Kings And Magistrates Is Nothing Else, But What Is Only Derivative, Transferrd And Committed To Them In Trust From The People, To The Common Good Of Them All, In Whom The Power Yet Remaines Fundamentally, And Cannot Be Takn From Them, Without A Violation Of Thir Natural Birthright.