Fanaticism, The False Fire Of An Overheated

No Tree In All The Grove But Has Its Charms, Though Each Its Hue Peculiar.

She That Asks Her Dear Five Hundred Friends, Contemns Them All, And Hates Their Coming.

Where Thou Art Gone, Adieus And Farewells Are A Sound Unknown.

A Fool Must Now And Then Be Right, By Chance

The Few That Pray At All Pray Oft Amiss.