The Spirits Perverse With Easy Intercourse Pass

There Are No Songs Comparable To The Songs Of Zion, No Orations Equal To Those Of The Prophets, And No Politics Like Those Which The Scriptures Teach.

Among Unequals What Society Can Sort, What Harmony, Or True Delight?

Each Tree Laden With Fairest Fruit, That Hung To Th' Eye Tempting, Stirr'd In Me Sudden Appetite To Pluck And Eat.

Who Aspires Must Down As Low As High He Soar'd.

All Seemed Well Pleased, All Seemed, But Were Not All.