To Labour Is The Lot

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.

Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember It.

To Heal Divisions, To Relieve The Oppress'd, In Virtue Rich; In Blessing Others, Bless'd.

Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave Man Draws, And Asks No Omen, But His Country's Cause.

A Generous Heart Repairs A Slanderous Tongue.