But Dying Is A Pleasure / When

Shame On The Body For Breaking Down While The Spirit Perseveres.

Wit Will Shine Through The Harsh Cadence Of A Rugged Line.

To Take Up Half On Trust, And Half To Try, Name It Not Faith But Bungling Bigotry.

How Happy The Lover, How Easy His Chain, How Pleasing His Pain, How Sweet To Discover He Sighs Not In Vain.

Government Itself At Length Must Fall To Nature's State, Where All Have Right To All.