The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint

What Conscience Dictates To Be Done, Or Warns Me Not To Do; This Teach Me More Than Hell To Shun, That More Than Heav'n Pursue.

O Peace! How Many Wars Were Waged In Thy Name.

Reason, However Able, Cool At Best, Cares Not For Service, Or But Serves When Prest, Stays Till We Call, And Then Not Often Near.

Live Like Yourself, Was Soon My Lady's Word, And Lo! Two Puddings Smok'd Upon The Board.

But Just Disease To Luxury Succeeds, And Ev'ry Death Its Own Avenger Breeds.