Say First, Of God Above

To Him No High, No Low, No Great, No Small; He Fills, He Bounds, Connects And Equals All!

Of Fight Or Fly, This Choice Is Left Ye, To Resist Or Die.

That Virtue Only Makes Our Bliss Below, And All Our Knowledge Is Ourselves To Know.

Fortune In Men Has Some Small Diff'rence Made, One Flaunts In Rags, One Flutters In Brocade, The Cobbler Apron'd, And The Parson Gown'd, The Friar Hooded, And The Monarch Crown'd.

And More Than Echoes Talk Along The Walls.