An Indiscreet Man Is More

Complaisance Renders A Superior Amiable, An Equal Agreeable, And An Inferior Acceptable.

In England We See People Lulled Sleep With Solid And Elaborate Discourses Of Piety, Who Would Be Warmed And Transported Out Of Themselves By The Bellowings And Distortions Of Enthusiasm.

The Ways Of Heaven Are Dark And Intricate, Puzzled In Mazes, And Perplex'd With Errors; Our Understanding Traces Them In Vain, Lost And Bewilder'd In The Fruitless Search; Nor Sees With How Much Art The Windings Run, Nor Where The Regular Confusion Ends.

Music, The Greatest Good That Mortals Know And All Of Heaven We Have Hear Below.

Nations With Nations Mix'd Confus'dly Die, And Lost In One Promiscuous Carnage Lie.