Spare Feast! A Radish And An Egg.

Forced From Home, And All Its Pleasures, Afric Coast I Left Forlorn; To Increase A Stranger's Treasures, O The Raging Billows Borne. Men From England Bought And Sold Me, Paid My Price In Paltry Gold; But, Though Theirs They Have Enroll'd Me, Minds Are Never To Be Sold.

Religion Caesar Never Knew Thy Posterity Shall Sway, Where His Eagles Never Flew, None As Invincible As They.

What Is It But A Map Of Busy Life, Its Fluctuations, And Its Vast Concerns?

And Diff'ring Judgments Serve But To Declare That Truth Lies Somewhere, If We Knew But Where.

Some Write A Narrative Of Wars And Feats, Of Heroes Little Known, And Call The Rant A History.