In Vain Doth Valour Bleed, While Avarice

Hell Has No Benefits, Only Torture.

With Diadem And Sceptre High Advanced, The Lower Still I Fall; Only Supreme In Misery; Such Joy Ambition Finds.

Yet Much Remains To Conquer Still; Peace Hath Her Victories No Less Renowned Then War, New Foes Arise Threatening To Bind Our Souls With Secular Chains: Help Us To Save Free Conscience From The Paw Of Hireling Wolves Whose Gospel Is Their Maw.

Eye Me, Blest Providence, And Square My Trial To My Proportion'd Strength.

To Be Blind Is Not Miserable; Not To Be Able To Bear Blindness, That Is Miserable.