Fame Is The Spur That The Clear

O Why Did God, Creator Wise, That Peopled Highest Heav'n With Spirits Masculine, Create At Last This Novelty On Earth, This Fair Defect Of Nature, And Not Fill The World At Once With Men As Angels Without Feminine, Or Find Some Other Way To Generate Mankind?

Who Can Enjoy Alone? Or All Enjoying What Contentment Find?

Now The Bright Morning-star, Day's Harbinger, Comes Dancing From The East.

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

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.