They smile at piety; yet boast aloud 695
Good will to men; nor know they strive to part
What Nature joins; and thus confute themselves.
With piety begins all good on earth;
’Tis the first-born of rationality.
Conscience, her first law broken, wounded lies;
Enfeebled, lifeless, impotent to good;
A feign’d affection bounds her utmost power. 702
Some we can’t love, but for th’ Almighty’s sake;
A foe to God was ne’er true friend to man;