I Am Satisfied To Trifle Away My

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

Never Elated While One Man's Oppress'd; Never Dejected While Another's Blessed.

There Various News I Heard Of Love And Strife,of Peace And War, Health, Sickness, Death, And Life,of Loss And Gain, Of Famine And Of Store,of Storms At Sea, And Travels On The Shore,of Prodigies, And Portents Seen In Air,of Fires And Plagues, And Stars With Blazing Hair,of Turns Of Fortune, Changes In The State,the Fall Of Favourites, Projects Of The Great,of Aid Mismanagements, Taxations New:all Neither Wholly False, Nor Wholly True.

Dogs, Ye Have Had Your Day!

And Each Blasphemer Quite Escape The Rod, Because The Insult's Not On Man, But God?