Ah, Why Should All Mankind For One

He Touch'd The Tender Stops Of Various Quills, With Eager Thought Warbling His Doric Lay.

What Neat Repast Shall Feast Us, Light And Choice, Of Attic Taste?

They Are The Troublers, They Are The Dividers Of Unity, Who Neglect And Don't Permit Others To Unite Those Dissevered Pieces Which Are Yet Wanting To The Body Of Truth.

When A King Sets Himself To Bandy Against The Highest Court And Residence Of All Regal Powers, He Then, In The Single Person Of A Man, Fights Against His Own Majesty And Kingship.

Awake, Arise Or Be For Ever Fall’n.