To Live A Life Half Dead, A

Let Us Go Forth And Resolutely Dare With Sweat Of Brow To Toil Our Little Day.

The Debt Immense Of Endless Gratitude, So Burthensome, Still Paying, Still To Owe; Forgetful What From Him I Still Receivd, And Understood Not That A Grateful Mind By Owing Owes Not, But Still Pays, At Once Indebted And Dischargd; What Burden Then?

No War Or Battle Sound Was Heard The World Around.

Midnight Shout And Revelry, Tipsy Dance And Jollity.

The First And Wisest Of Them All Professed To Know This Only, That He Nothing Knew.