To Run Over Better Waters

Many Have Justice In Their Hearts, But Slowly It Is Let Fly, For It Comes Not Without Council To The Bow.

The Customs And Fashions Of Men Change Like Leaves On The Bough, Some Of Which Go And Others Come.

The Human Race Is In The Best Condition When It Has The Greatest Degree Of Liberty.

To Course Across More Kindly Waters Now My Talent's Little Vessel Lifts Her Sails, Leaving Behind Herself A Sea So Cruel; And What I Sing Will Be That Second Kingdom, In Which The Human Soul Is Cleansed Of Sin, Becoming Worthy Of Ascent To Heaven.

He Listens Well Who Takes Notes.