The Few That Pray At All Pray

Religion Does Not Censure Or Exclude Unnumbered Pleasures, Harmlessly Pursued.

Knowledge Is Proud That It Knows So Much; Wisdom Is Humble That It Knows No More.

And Hast Thou Sworn On Every Slight Pretence, Till Perjuries Are Common As Bad Pence, While Thousands, Careless Of The Damning Sin, Kiss The Book's Outside, Who Ne'er Look'd Within?

Far Happier Are The Dead Methinks Than They Who Look For Death And Fear It Every Day.

But What Is Truth? 'twas Pilate's Question Put To Truth Itself, That Deign'd Him No Reply.