Has ever yet conceived, or ever shall,
How kind is God, how great (if good) is Man.
No man too largely from Heaven’s love can hope,
If what is hoped he labours to secure.
Ills?—there are none: All-gracious! none from thee;
From man full many! numerous is the race
Of blackest ills, and those immortal too,
Begot by Madness, on fair Liberty;
Heaven’s daughter, hell-debauch’d! her hand alone
Unlocks destruction to the sons of men, 450