Her Track, Where'er The Goddess

And Hie Him Home, At Evening's Close, To Sweet Repast And Calm Repose.

Can Storied Urn, Or Animated Bust Back To Its Mansion Call The Fleeting Breath? Can Honour's Voice Provoke The Silent Dust, Or Flatt'ry Soothe The Dull Cold Ear Of Death?

The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow, Chastis'd By Sabler Tints Of Woe.

One Principal Characteristic Of Vice In The Present Age Is The Contempt Of Fame.

The Paths Of Glory Lead But To The Grave.