Page:The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, Volume 18.djvu/475

Rh But least unruly passion should Degrade them into flesh and blood, An angel quick from Heaven descends, And he at once the contest ends: "Ye reverend pair from discord cease, Ye both mistake the present case; One kingdom cannot have pretence To so much virtue! so much sense! Search Heaven's record; and there you'll find, That he was born for all mankind." ON