The People Are The City.

O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, Nature's Soft Nurse, How Have I Frightened Thee, 1710. That Thou No More Will Weigh My Eyelids Down, And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness?

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.

But Thou Art Fair, And At Thy Birth, Dear Boy, Nature And Fortune Join'd To Make Thee Great: Of Nature's Gifts Thou Mayst With Lilies Boast, And With The Half-blown Rose; But Fortune, O!

I Am As Vigilant As A Cat To Steal Cream.

I Care Not, A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God And Death.