But Blind To Former As

Be Thou The First True Merit To Befriend, His Praise Is Lost Who Stays Till All Commend.

And Each Blasphemer Quite Escape The Rod, Because The Insult's Not On Man, But God?

Whether The Charmer Sinner It, Or Saint It, If Folly Grow Romantic, I Must Paint It.

He Who Serves His Brother Best Gets Nearer God Than All The Rest.

When Rumours Increase, And When There Is An Abundance Of Noise And Clamour, Believe The Second Report.