Art Still Followed Where Rome's Eagles Flew.

The Blest To-day Is As Completely So, As Who Began A Thousand Years Ago.

At Ev'ry Word A Reputation Dies.

Like Bubbles On The Sea Of Matter Borne, They Rise, They Break, And To That Sea Return.

The Meeting Points The Sacred Hair Dissever From The Fair Head, Forever, And Forever! Then Flashed The Living Lightning From Her Eyes, And Screams Of Horror Rend Th' Affrighted Skies.

The Nicest Constitutions Of Government Are Often Like The Finest Pieces Of Clock-work, Which, Depending On So Many Motions, Are Therefore More Subject To Be Out Of Order.