Faith Is To Believe What You Do

But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

Virtue In Distress, And Vice In Triumph Make Atheists Of Mankind.

The People Have A Right Supreme To Make Their Kings, For Kings Are Made For Them. All Empire Is No More Than Pow'r In Trust, Which When Resum'd, Can Be No Longer Just. Successionm For The General Good Design'd, In Its Own Wrong A Nation Cannot Bind.

The Soft Complaining Flute, In Dying Notes, Discovers The Woes Of Hopeless Lovers.

Ev'n Wit's A Burthen, When It Talks Too Long.