Civil Dissension Is A Viperous

Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light Beguile

And Send Him Many Years Of Sunshine Days!

You Are Made Rather To Wonder At The Things You Hear Than To Work Any.

Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners All.

Milk-livered Man, That Bear'st A Cheek For Blows, A Head For Wrongs; Who Hast Not In Thy Brows An Eye Discerning Thine Honor From Thy Suffering; [that Not Know'st Fools Do Those Villains Pity Who Are Punished Ere They Have Done Their Mischief. Where's Thy Drum? France Spreads His Banners In Our Noiseless Land, With Plumed Helm Thy State Begins To Threat, Whilst Thou, A Moral Fool, Sits Still And Cries 'alack, Why Does He So?']