With How Much Ease Believe We What

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

Inspire The Vocal Brass, Inspire; The World Is Past Its Infant Age: Arms And Honour, Arms And Honour, Set The Martial Mind On Fire, And Kindle Manly Rage.

For Those Whom God To Ruin Has Design'd, He Fits For Fate, And First Destroys Their Mind.

Imitators Are But A Servile Kind Of Cattle.

Present Joys Are More To Flesh And Blood Than A Dull Prospect Of A Distant Good.