There Is No Truth Sure Enough To

Our State Cannot Be Severed, We Are One, One Flesh; To Lose Thee Were To Lose Myself.

But What More Oft In Nations Grown Corrupt, And By Their Vices Brought To Servitude, Than To Love Bondage More Than Liberty, Bondage With Ease Than Strenuous Liberty.

Hail Universal Lord, Be Bounteous Still To Give Us Only Good; And If The Night Have Gathered Aught Of Evil Or Concealed, Disperse It, As Now Light Dispels The Dark.

For To Interpose A Little Ease, Let Our Frail Thoughts Dally With False Surmise.

A Death-like Sleep, A Gentle Wafting To Immortal Life.