Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No

Ye Gods, Annihilate But Space And Time, And Make Two Lovers Happy.

If Faith Itself Has Different Dresses Worn, What Wonder Modes In Wit Should Take Their Turn?

Intestine War No More Our Passions Wage, And Giddy Factions Bear Away Their Rage.

Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To Love Too Well?

It Is Not So Much The Being Exempt From Faults, As Having Overcome Them, That Is An Advantage To Us.