Who Finds Not Providence All

Where London's Column, Pointing At The Skies, Like A Tall Bully, Lifts The Head, And Lies.

So Perish All Who Do The Like Again.

Nature Made Every Fop To Plague His Brother, Just As One Beauty Mortifies Another.

Some Praise At Morning What They Blame At Night, But Always Think The Last Opinion Right.

Atheists Put On False Courage And Alacrity In The Midst Of Their Darkness And Apprehensions, Like Children Who, When They Fear To Go In The Dark, Will Sing For Fear.