Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.

Apostate, Still Thou Err'st, Nor End Wilt Find Offering, From The Paths Of Truth Remote.

Let Her (truth) And Falsehood Grapple; Who Ever Knew Truth Put To The Worse In A Free And Open Encounter?

He Touch'd The Tender Stops Of Various Quills, With Eager Thought Warbling His Doric Lay.

God Sure Esteems The Growth And Completing Of One Virtuous Person, More That The Restraint Of Ten Vicious.

Revenge, At First Though Sweet, Bitter Ere Long Back On Itself Recoils.