Only Man Clogs His Happiness

If One Must Be Rejected, One Succeed, Make Him My Lord Within Whose Faithful Breast Is Fixed My Image, And Who Loves Me Best.

Either Be Wholly Slaves Or Wholly Free.

For Those Whom God To Ruin Has Design'd, He Fits For Fate, And First Destroys Their Mind.

In Pious Times, Ere Priest-craft Did Begin, Before Polygamy Was Made A Sin; When Man, On Many, Multipli'd His Kind, Ere One To One Was Cursedly Confin'd: When Nature Prompted, And No Law Deni'd Promiscuous Use Of Concubine And Bride; Then, Israel's Monarch, After Heaven's Own Heart, His Vigorous Warmth Did Variously Impart To Wives And Slaves: And, Wide As His Command, Scatter'd His Maker's Image Through The Land.

Truth Is Never To Be Expected From Authors Whose Understanding Is Warped With Enthusiasm.