Value Dwells Not In Particular

Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.

They Say, The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention, Like Deep Harmony; Where Words Are Scarce, They're Seldom Spent In Vain; For They Breathe Truth, That Breathe Their Words In Pain.

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!

I Desire You In Friendship, And I Will One Way Or Other Make You Amends.

Be Just, And Fear Not. Let All The Ends Thou Aim'st At Be Thy Country's, Thy God's And Truth's.