What Neat Repast Shall Feast Us, Light

Zeal And Duty Are Not Slow But On Occasion's Forelock Watchful Wait.

Fear Of Change Perplexes Monarchs.

Let None Admire That Riches Grow In Hell; That Soil May Best Deserve The Precious Bane.

The Sacred Influence Of Light Appears.

The Debt Immense Of Endless Gratitude, So Burthensome, Still Paying, Still To Owe; Forgetful What From Him I Still Receivd, And Understood Not That A Grateful Mind By Owing Owes Not, But Still Pays, At Once Indebted And Dischargd; What Burden Then?