Wisdom And Goodness To The

O! For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention.

So Shaken As We Are, So Wan With Care, Find We A Time For Frighted Peace To Pant And Breathe Short-winded Accents Of New Broils To Be Commenced In Stronds Afar Remote.

My Chastity's The Jewel Of Our House, Bequeathed Down From Many Ancestors.

Truth Will Come To Sight; Murder Cannot Be Hid Long.

Be Merry; You Have Cause, So Have We All, Of Joy; For Our Escape Is Much Beyond Our Loss . . . . Then Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.