His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.
The fear of Hell, or aiming to be blest, Savors too much of private interest. This moved not Moses, nor the zealous Paul, Who for their friends abandoned soul and all.
All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.
How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
Gods, that never change their state, vary oft their love and hate.
All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.