Justice Divine Mends Not Her

What Honour That, But Tedious Waste Of Time, To Sit And Hear So Many Hollow Compliments And Lies.

The Liberty Of Conscience, Which Above All Other Things Ought To Be To All Men Dearest And Most Precious.

The Nodding Horror Of Whose Shady Brows Threats The Forlorn And Wandering Passenger.

God Sure Esteems The Growth And Completing Of One Virtuous Person, More That The Restraint Of Ten Vicious.

Back To Thy Punishment, False Fugitive, And To Thy Speed Add Wings.