Mark Akenside

“ Those lofty Efforts of the Mind,
Which social Good inspires;
Where Men, for this, assault a Throne,
Each adds the common Welfare to his own;
And each unconquer'd Heart the Strength of All acquires. ”

“ To Freedom's banish'd Foes;
That Monster, which is daily found
Expert and bold its Country's Peace to wound;
Yet dreads to handle Arms, nor manly Counsel knows.
V. 3.
'Tis highest Heaven's Command,
That guilty Aims should sordid Paths pursue;
That what ensnares the Heart should curb the Hand,
And Virtue's worthless Foes be false to Glory too. ”

“ And high o'er Fortune's Rage enthrone the fixed Heart.
I. 2.
Nor less prevailing is their Charm
The vengeful Bosom to disarm;
To melt the Proud with human Woe,
And prompt unwilling Tears to flow.
Can Wealth a Power like this afford? ”