Just Are The Ways Of God, And

Our Two First Parents, Yet The Only Two Of Mankind, In The Happy Garden Placed, Reaping Immortal Fruits Of Joy And Love, Uninterrupted Joy, Unrivalled Love In Blissful Solitude.

Sweet Bird, That Shun The Noise Of Folly, Most Musical, Most Melancholy!

New Presbyter Is But Old Priest Writ Large.

Consider First, That Great Or Bright Infers Not Excellence.

Hail Universal Lord, Be Bounteous Still To Give Us Only Good; And If The Night Have Gathered Aught Of Evil Or Concealed, Disperse It, As Now Light Dispels The Dark.