And its true produce, Strength and Liberty.
Yet if we could th’ attendant ills suppress,
If we could make the sum of mischief less;
If we could warm and angry men persuade
No more man’s common comforts to invade;
And that old ease and harmony re-seat,
In all our meetings, so in joy to meet;
Much would of glory to the Muse ensue,
And our good Vicar would have less to do.
LETTER VI.