War Is A Trade Of

Then We Upon Our Globe's Last Verge Shall Go, And View The Ocean Leaning On The Sky: From Thence Our Rolling Neighbours We Shall Know, And On The Lunar World Securely Pry.

Music, Music For A While Shall All Your Cares Beguile. Alexander's Feast

I Trade Both With The Living And The Dead, For The Enrichment Of Our Native Language.

Jealousy Is The Jaundice Of The Soul.

The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The Nation Boils.