Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear.

The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.

My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!

Hate is of all things the mightiest divider, nay, is division itself. To couple hatred, therefore, though wedlock try all her golden links, and borrow to tier aid all the iron manacles and fetters of law, it does but seek to twist a rope of sand.

One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.