Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.

His sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace.

Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten each other's burden.

More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.