There Is No Talent So

If Our Zeal Were True And Genuine We Should Be Much More Angry With A Sinner Than A Heretic.

On You, My Lord, With Anxious Fear I Wait, And From Your Judgment Must Expect My Fate.

The Soul, Secured In Her Existence, Smiles At The Drawn Dagger, And Defies Its Point.

The Unassuming Youth Seeking Instruction With Humility Gains Good Fortune.

Oh, Liberty! Thou Goddess Heavenly Bright! Profuse Of Bliss, And Pregnant With Delight! Eternal Pleasures In Thy Presence Reign, And Smiling Plenty Leads Thy Wanton Train.