The Laughers Are A Majority.

Th' Unwilling Gratitude Of Base Mankind!

Statesman, Yet Friend To Truth! Of Soul Sincere, In Action Faithful, And In Honour Clear; Who Broke No Promise, Serv'd No Private End, Who Gain'd No Title, And Who Lost No Friend.

Nor Public Flame, Nor Private, Dares To Shine; Nor Human Spark Is Left, Nor Glimpse Divine! Lo! Thy Dread Empire, Chaos! Is Restored; Light Dies Before Thy Uncreating Word: Thy Hand, Great Anarch! Lets The Curtain Fall; And Universal Darkness Buries All.

True Politeness Consists In Being Easy One's Self, And In Making Every One About One As Easy As One Can.

Tis All In Vain To Keep A Constant Pother About One Vice And Fall Into Another.