The First Is The Law, The Last

Men's Virtues I Have Commended As Freely As I Have Taxed Their Crimes.

Pity Melts The Mind To Love.

But Dying Is A Pleasure / When Living Is A Pain.

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.

That, If The Gentiles, (whom No Law Inspir'd,) By Nature Did What Was By Law Requir'd; They, Who The Written Rule And Never Known, Were To Themselves Both Rule And Law Alone: To Natures Plain Indictment They Shall Plead; And, By Their Conscience, Be Condemn'd Or Freed.