Hope Travels Through, Nor Quits Us When

In Lazy Apathy Let Stoics Boast, Their Virtue Fix'd: 't Is Fix'd As In A Frost; Contracted All, Retiring To The Breast; But Strength Of Mind Is Exercise, Not Rest.

Who Finds Not Providence All Good And Wise, Alike In What It Gives, And What Denies.

But Satan Now Is Wiser Than Of Yore, And Tempts By Making Rich, Not Making Poor.

I Lose My Patience, And I Own It Too, When Works Are Censur'd, Not As Bad But New; While If Our Elders Break All Reason's Laws, These Fools Demand Not Pardon But Applause.

On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.