Happy The Man Who Sees A God

Sin Let Loose Speaks Punishment At Hand.

Could He With Reason Murmur At His Case, Himself Sole Author Of His Own Disgrace?

Anticipated Rents, And Bills Unpaid, Force Many A Shining Youth Into The Shade, Not To Redeem His Time, But His Estate, And Play The Fool, But At The Cheaper Rate.

When Nations Are To Perish In Their Sins, 'tis In The Church The Leprosy Begins.

In Man Or Woman, But Far Most In Man, And Most Of All In Man That Ministers, And Serves The Altar, In My Soul I Loathe All Affectation. 'tis My Perfect Scorn: Object Of My Implacable Disgust.