No Man Can Be A Patriot On

All Truth Is Precious, If Not All Divine; And What Dilates The Powers Must Needs Refine.

Pleasure Is Labour Too, And Tires As Much.

God Moves In Mysterious Ways His Wonders To Performs

Skins May Differ, But Affection Dwells In White And Black The Same.

Time, As He Passes Us, Has A Dove's Wing, Unsoil'd, And Swift, And Of A Silken Sound.