Pity Only On Fresh Objects

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.

Thou Strong Seducer, Opportunity!

He Trudged Along Unknowing What He Sought, And Whistled As He Went, For Want Of Thought.

Love Is A Passion Which Kindles Honor Into Noble Acts.

That, If The Gentiles, (whom No Law Inspir'd,) By Nature Did What Was By Law Requir'd; They, Who The Written Rule And Never Known, Were To Themselves Both Rule And Law Alone: To Natures Plain Indictment They Shall Plead; And, By Their Conscience, Be Condemn'd Or Freed.