Politicians Neither Love Nor Hate.

The Good We Have Enjoyed From Heaven's Free Will, And Shall We Murmur To Endure The Ill?

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.

I Never Saw Any Good That Came Of Telling Truth.

Roused By The Lash Of His Own Stubborn Tail Our Lion Now Will Foreign Foes Assail.

Ill Habits Gather Unseen Degrees, As Brooks Make Rivers, Rivers Run To Seas.