Curse On All Laws But

Th' Unwilling Gratitude Of Base Mankind!

There Still Remains To Mortify A Wit The Many-headed Monster Of The Pit.

Pleased To The Last, He Crops The Flowery Food, And Licks The Hand Just Raised To Shed His Blood.

But Satan Now Is Wiser Than Of Yore, And Tempts By Making Rich, Not Making Poor.

By Music Minds An Equal Temper Know, Nor Swell Too High, Nor Sink Too Low. . . . . Warriors She Fires With Animated Sounds. Pours Balm Into The Bleeding Lover's Wounds.