Where There Is Much Desire

In Discourse More Sweet; For Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Sense. Others Apart Sat On A Hill Retir'd, In Thoughts More Elevate, And Reason'd High Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will, And Fate, Fix'd Fate, Free-will, Foreknowledge Absolute; And Found No End, In Wand'ring Mazes Lost.

For Liberty Hath A Sharp And Double Edge, Fit Only To Be Handled By Just And Virtuous Men; To Bad And Dissolute, It Becomes A Mischief Unwieldy In Their Own Hands.

Ah, Why Should All Mankind For One Man's Fault, Be Condemned, If Guiltless?

What Need A Man Forestall His Date Of Grief, And Run To Meet What He Would Most Avoid?.

He Touch'd The Tender Stops Of Various Quills, With Eager Thought Warbling His Doric Lay.