Some Feelings Are To Mortals Given With

Who, Noteless As The Race From Which He Sprung, Saved Others' Names, But Left His Own Unsung.

Woman's Faith And Woman's Trust, Write The Characters In Dust.

Never Was Flattery Lost On A Poet's Ear; A Simple Race, They Waste Their Toil For The Vain Tribute Of A Smile.

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

Real Valor Consists Not In Being Insensible To Danger; But In Being Prompt To Confront And Disarm It.