Thought Would Destroy Their Paradise.

As To Posterity, I May Ask What Has It Ever Done To Oblige Me?

Some Village Hampden, That With Dauntless Breast The Little Tyrant Of His Fields Withstood, Some Mute Inglorious Milton Here May Rest, Some Cromwell Guiltless Of His Country's Blood.

What Female Heart Can Gold Despise? What Cat 's Averse To Fish?

To Each His Suff'rings: All Are Men, / Condemn'd Alike To Groan, / The Tender For Another's Pain; / Th' Unfeeling For His Own.

Hell Is Full Of Good Intentions.