Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul

Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down Because T'was Night?

Let Me Say Amen Betimes Lest The Devil Cross My Prayer, For Here He Comes In The Likeness Of A Jew.

The Benediction Of These Covering Heavens Fall On Their Heads Like Dew, For They Are Worthy To Inlay Heaven With Stars.

Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.