Such Sweet Compulsion Doth In

How Charming Is Divine Philosophy! Not Harsh And Crabb

Evil On Itself Shall Back Recoil.

From Morn To Noon He Fell, From Noon To Dewy Eve,- A Summer's Day; And With The Setting Sun Dropp'd From The Zenith Like A Falling Star.

Execute Their Airy Purposes.

For Evil News Rides Post, While Good News Baits.