The Love Of Liberty With Life Is

Genius Must Be Born, And Never Can Be Taught.

For Granting We Have Sinned, And That The Offence Of Man Is Made Against Omnipotence, Some Price That Bears Proportion Must Be Paid, And Infinite With Infinite Be Weighed.

For Those Whom God To Ruin Has Design'd, He Fits For Fate, And First Destroys Their Mind.

Since Every Man Who Lives Is Born To Die, And None Can Boast Sincere Felicity, With Equal Mind, What Happens, Let Us Bear, Nor Joy Nor Grieve Too Much For Things Beyond Our Care. Like Pilgrims To The' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

For Secrets Are Edged Tools, And Must Be Kept From Children And From Fools.