The Only Time You Run

Our Plenteous Streams A Various Race Supply, The Bright-eyed Perch With Fins Of Tyrian Dye, The Silver Eel, In Shining Volumes Roll'd, The Yellow Carp, In Scales Bedropp'd With Gold, Swift Trouts, Diversified With Crimson Stains, And Pikes, The Tyrants Of The Wat'ry Plains.

Authors, Like Coins, Grow Dear As They Grow Old.

Statesman, Yet Friend To Truth! Of Soul Sincere, In Action Faithful, And In Honour Clear; Who Broke No Promise, Serv'd No Private End, Who Gain'd No Title, And Who Lost No Friend.

The People's Voice Is Odd, It Is, And It Is Not, The Voice Of God.

Dulness! Whose Good Old Cause I Yet Defend, With Whom My Muse Began, With Who Shall End.