The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint

The Good Must Merit God's Peculiar Care; But Who But God Can Tell Us Who They Are?

So Modern 'pothecaries, Taught The Art By Doctor's Bills To Play The Doctor's Part, Bold In The Practice Of Mistaken Rules, Prescribe, Apply, And Call Their Masters Fools.

For Forms Of Government Let Fools Contest; Whate'er Is Best Administer'd Is Best. For Modes Of Faith Let Graceless Zealots Fight; His Can't Be Wrong Whose Life Is In The Right. In Faith And Hope The World Will Disagree, But All Mankind's Concern Is Charity.

Why Did I Write? What Sin To Me Unknown Dipped Me In Ink, My Parents , Or My Own?

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.