If Thou Dost Still Retain

The People Have A Right Supreme To Make Their Kings, For Kings Are Made For Them. All Empire Is No More Than Pow'r In Trust, Which When Resum'd, Can Be No Longer Just. Successionm For The General Good Design'd, In Its Own Wrong A Nation Cannot Bind.

Love Is Love's Reward.

The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser Clue; The Finest Of The Wool Is Left For You.

To Take Up Half On Trust, And Half To Try, Name It Not Faith But Bungling Bigotry.

The Winds That Never Moderation Knew, Afraid To Blow Too Much, Too Faintly Blew; Or Out Of Breath With Joy, Could Not Enlarge Their Straighten'd Lungs Or Conscious Of Their Charge.