Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confus'd.

What So Pure, Which Envious Tongues Will Spare? Some Wicked Wits Have Libell'd All The Fair, With Matchless Impudence They Style A Wife, The Dear-bought Curse, And Lawful Plague Of Life; A Bosom Serpent, A Domestic Evil, A Night Invasion, And A Mid-day Devil; Let Not The Wise These Sland'rous Words Regard, But Curse The Bones Of Ev'ry Living Bard.

How Glowing Guilt Exalts The Keen Delight!

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confess, Some Are And Must Be Greater Than The Rest.

The People's Voice Is Odd, It Is, And It Is Not, The Voice Of God.

The Right Divine Of Kings To Govern Wrong.