Ye Gods, Annihilate But Space And Time,

Envy Will Merit, As Its Shade, Pursue

Heaven Breathes Thro' Ev'ry Member Of The Whole One Common Blessing, As One Common Soul.

No More The Mounting Larks, While Daphne Sings, Shall, List'ning, In Mid-air Suspend Their Wings.

To Be Angry Is To Revenge The Faults Of Others On Ourselves.

No Louder Shrieks To Pitying Heaven Are Cast, When Husbands Or Lap-dogs Breathe Their Last.