When Beauty Fires The Blood, How Love

Riches Cannot Rescue From The Grave, Which Claims Alike The Monarch And The Slave.

It's A Hard World, Neighbors, If A Man's Oath Must Be His Master.

When A Man's Life Is Under Debate, The Judge Can Ne'er Too Long Deliberate.

I Have A Soul That Like An Ample Shield Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More.

That, If The Gentiles, (whom No Law Inspir'd,) By Nature Did What Was By Law Requir'd; They, Who The Written Rule And Never Known, Were To Themselves Both Rule And Law Alone: To Natures Plain Indictment They Shall Plead; And, By Their Conscience, Be Condemn'd Or Freed.