Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.

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 spirit of man, which God inspired, cannot together perish with this corporeal clod.

A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars.

Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.

Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse, in a free and open encounter.

Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.