What Hath Night To Do

But What More Oft In Nations Grown Corrupt, And By Their Vices Brought To Servitude, Than To Love Bondage More Than Liberty, Bondage With Ease Than Strenuous Liberty.

Lifted Up So High I Disdained Subjection, And Thought One Step Higher Would Set Me Highest.

Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And Judge The Prize.

Rather Than Be Less Car'd Not To Be At All.

For Evil News Rides Post, While Good News Baits.