On Wings Of Wind Came Flying All

But See, Orion Sheds Unwholesome Dews; Arise, The Pines A Noxious Shade Diffuse; Sharp Boreas Blows, And Nature Feels Decay, Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

By Flatterers Besieged And So Obliging That He Ne'er Obliged.

A Saint In Crape Is Twice A Saint In Lawn.

He Knows To Live Who Keeps The Middle State, And Neither Leans On This Side Nor On That.

A Field Of Glory Is A Field For All.