E'en Sunday Shines No Sabbath Day To

But Blind To Former As To Future Fate, What Mortal Knows His Pre-existent State?

Tis True, 'tis Certain; Man, Though Dead, Retains Part Of Himself; The Immortal Mind Remains.

The Sound Must Seem An Echo To The Sense.

Love The Offender, Yet Detest The Offense.

Pride, Where Wit Fails, Steps In To Our Defence, And Fills Up All The Mighty Void Of Sense.