God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine: To

And, Re-assembling Our Afflicted Powers, Consult How We May Henceforth Most Offend.

Ask For This Great Deliverer Now, And Find Him Eyeless In Gaza At The Mill With Slaves.

And Feel That I Am Happier Than I Know.

Wherefore Did Nature Pour Her Bounties Forth With Such A Full And Unwithdrawing Hand, Covering The Earth With Odours, Fruits, Flocks, Thronging The Seas With Spawn Innumerable, But All To Please And Sate The Curious Taste?

Extol Not Riches Then, The Toil Of Fools, The Wise Man's Cumbrance, If Not Snare, More Apt To Slacken Virtue, And Abate Her Edge, Than Prompt Her To Do Aught May Merit Praise.