Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise

Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?

He who freely magnifies what hath been nobly done, and fears not to declares as freely what might be done better, gives ye the best covenant of his fidelity.

Truth is compared in Scripture to a streaming fountain; if her waters flow not in perpetual progression, they sicken into a muddy pool of conformity and tradition.

He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?

Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?