What Hath Night To Do With Sleep?

Capricious, Wanton, Bold, And Brutal Lust Is Meanly Selfish; When Resisted, Cruel; And, Like The Blast Of Pestilential Winds, Taints The Sweet Bloom Of Nature's Fairest Forms.

Abashed The Devil Stood And Felt How Awful Goodness Is And Saw Virtue In Her Shape How Lovely: And Pined His Loss

Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Senses.

How Charming Is Divine Philosophy! Not Harsh And Crabb

But Infinite In Pardon Is My Judge.