Heaven Speed The Canvas, Gallantly Unfurl'd, To

If My Resolution To Be A Great Man Was Half So Strong As It Is To Despise The Shame Of Being A Little One.

All Constraint, / Except What Wisdom Lays On Evil Men, / Is Evil.

Accomplishments Have Taken Virtue's Place, And Wisdom Falls Before Exterior Grace.

Be It A Weakness, It Deserves Some Praise, We Love The Play-place Of Our Early Days; The Scene Is Touching, And The Heart Is Stone, That Feels Not At That Sight, And Feels At None.

I Crown Thee King Of Intimate Delights, Fire-side Enjoyments, Home-born Happiness, And All The Comforts That The Lowly Roof Of Undisturb'd Retirement, And The Hours Of Long Uninterrupted Ev'ning, Know.