He Wants Worth Who Dares

Farewell, Too Little, And Too Lately Known, Whom I Began To Think And Call My Own.

And Plenty Makes Us Poor.

No King Nor Nation One Moment Can Retard The Appointed Hour.

Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

One Of The Greatest, Most Noble, And Most Sublime Poems Which Either This Age Or Nation Has Produced.