And Ever Against Eating Cares Lap Me

Quips And Cranks And Wanton Wiles, Nods And Becks And Wreathèd Smiles.

Sole Reigning Holds The Tyranny Of Heav'n.

To Hear The Lark Begin His Flight, And Singing Startle The Dull Night, From His Watch-tower In The Skies, Till The Dappled Dawn Doth Rise.

The Pious And Just Honoring Of Ourselves May Be Thought The Fountainhead From Whence Every Laudable And Worthy Enterprise Issues Forth.

Yet I Shall Temper So Justice With Mercy, As May Illustrate Most Them Fully Satisfy'd, And Thee Appease.