Gods, that never change their state, vary oft their love and hate.
Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find.
His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.
Give us enough but with a sparing hand.
What use of oaths, of promise, or of test, where men regard no God but interest?
The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!