Spirits When They Please Can Either Sex

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

Who Can In Reason Then Or Right Assume Monarchy Over Such As Live By Right His Equals, If In Power Or Splendor Less, In Freedom Equal?

Nor Jealousy Was Understood, The Injur'd Lover's Hell.

So Little Knows Any, But God Alone, But Perverts Best Things To Worst Abuse, Or To Their Meanest Use.

To Overcome In Battle, And Subdue Nations, And Bring Home Spoils With Infinite Man-slaughter, Shall Be Held The Highest Pitch Of Human Glory.