Ah, How Sweet It Is

The Longest Tyranny That Ever Sway'd Was That Wherein Our Ancestors Betray'd Their Free-born Reason To The Stagirite [aristotle], And Made His Torch Their Universal Light. So Truth, While Only One Suppli'd The State, Grew Scarce, And Dear, And Yet Sophisticate.

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

Presence Of Mind And Courage In Distress, Are More Than Arrives To Procure Success?

So Over Violent, Or Over Civil That Every Man With Him Was God Or Devil.

For Granting We Have Sinned, And That The Offence Of Man Is Made Against Omnipotence, Some Price That Bears Proportion Must Be Paid, And Infinite With Infinite Be Weighed.