Laws Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove

Taste This, And Be Henceforth Among The Gods Thyself A Goddess.

Meadows Trim With Daisies Pied, Shallow Brooks And Rivers Wide Towers And Battlements It Sees Bosom'd High In Tufted Trees, Where Perhaps Some Beauty Lies, The Cynosure Of Neighboring Eyes.

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.

His Rod Revers'd, And Backward Mutters Of Dissevering Power.

Which, If Not Victory, Is Yet Revenge.