We through love would make men loyal to just law,
Our means may be ill-chosen, but our aim is right and reason,
An Union without gyves but without flaw.
11.
The Commonweal? Go to, Sir! We all love it, in our fashion,
He most whom you mistakenly malign;
Not with fiery patriot vauntings or with wild hysteric passion,
But with justice, which we deem yet more divine.
12.
If we differ—let us differ, but like gentlemen and brothers,