The Laughers Are A Majority.

The Grave Unites; Where E'en The Great Find Rest, And Blended Lie Th' Oppressor And Th' Oppressed!

Judges And Senates Have Been Bought For Gold; Esteem And Love Were Never To Be Sold.

On Cold December Fragrant Chaplets Blow, And Heavy Harvests Nod Beneath The Snow.

I Lose My Patience, And I Own It Too, When Works Are Censur'd, Not As Bad But New; While If Our Elders Break All Reason's Laws, These Fools Demand Not Pardon But Applause.

We May See The Small Value God Has For Riches, By The People He Gives Them To.