The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant

The People Have A Right Supreme To Make Their Kings, For Kings Are Made For Them. All Empire Is No More Than Pow'r In Trust, Which When Resum'd, Can Be No Longer Just. Successionm For The General Good Design'd, In Its Own Wrong A Nation Cannot Bind.

Ill Fortune Seldom Comes Alone.

Not To Ask Is Not Be Denied.

Could Swell The Soul To Rage, Or Kindle Soft Desire.

They Live Too Long Who Happiness Outlive.