And, Dying, Bless The Hand That Gave

With How Much Ease Believe We What We Wish!

There's A Proud Modesty In Merit; Averse From Asking, And Resolved To Pay Ten Times The Gifts It Asks.

If Passion Rules, How Weak Does Reason Prove!

Murder May Pass Unpunishd For A Time, But Tardy Justice Will Oertake The Crime.

Not Sharp Revenge, Nor Hell Itself Can Find, A Fiercer Torment Than A Guilty Mind, Which Day And Night Doth Dreadfully Accuse, Condemns The Wretch, And Still The Charge Renews.