We live secure from mad enthusiasts' rage,
And fond tradition, now grown blind with age.
}
Let factious and ambitious souls repine, }
Thy reason's strong, and generous thy design; }
And always to do well is only thine. }
Tho. Creech.
We live secure from mad enthusiasts' rage,
And fond tradition, now grown blind with age.
}
Let factious and ambitious souls repine, }
Thy reason's strong, and generous thy design; }
And always to do well is only thine. }
Tho. Creech.