A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
As if the world and they were hand and glove.
War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head