I Lisp'd In Numbers, For The Numbers

Know, Nature's Children All Divide Her Care, The Fur That Warms A Monarch Warmed A Bear.

The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heartfelt Joy.

We Ought, In Humanity, No More To Despise A Man For The Misfortunes Of The Mind Than For Those Of The Body, When They Are Such As He Cannot Help; Were This Thoroughly Considered We Should No More Laugh At A Man For Having His Brains Cracked Than For Having His Head Broke.

The Zeal Of Fools Offends At Any Time.

For Forms Of Faith Let Graceless Zealots Fight; His Can't Be Wrong Whose Life Is In The Right.