All zeal for a reform, that gives offenceTo peace and charity, is mere pretence.

True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd.

All zeal for a reform, that gives offence To peace and charity, is mere pretence.

I'm concerned that in the zeal to reform, we're overreaching.

Though peace be made, yet it's interest that keep peace.

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade; Where rumor of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.