Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.

How oft, in nations gone corrupt, And by their own devices brought down to servitude, That man chooses bondage before liberty. Bondage with ease before strenuous liberty.

All seemed well pleased, all seemed, but were not all.

They are the troublers, they are the dividers of unity, who neglect and don't permit others to unite those dissevered pieces which are yet wanting to the body of Truth.

But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

Nor aught availed him now to have built in heaven high towers; nor did he scrape by all his engines, but was headlong sent with his industrious crew to build in hell.

The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.