Fools Rush In Where Angels Fear To

On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

Now Warm In Love, Now With'ring In My Bloom Lost In A Convent's Solitary Gloom!

Our Grandsire, Adam, Ere Of Eve Possesst, Alone, And E'en In Paradise Unblest, With Mournful Looks The Blissful Scenes Survey'd, And Wander'd In The Solitary Shade. The Maker Say, Took Pity, And Bestow'd Woman, The Last, The Best Reserv'd Of God.

The Cabinets Of The Sick And The Closets Of The Dead Have Been Ransacked To Publish Private Letters And Divulge To All Mankind The Most Secret Sentiments Of Friendship.

Heaven Breathes Thro' Ev'ry Member Of The Whole One Common Blessing, As One Common Soul.