War Is A Trade Of Kings.

Our Vows Are Heard Betimes! And Heaven Takes Care To Grant, Before We Can Conclude The Prayer: Preventing Angels Met It Half The Way, And Sent Us Back To Praise, Who Came To Pray.

Uncertain Whose The Narrowest Span,--the Clown Unread, Or Half-read Gentleman.

Fool That I Was, Upon My Eagle's Wings I Bore This Wren, Till I Was Tired With Soaring, And Now He Mounts Above Me.

Roused By The Lash Of His Own Stubborn Tail Our Lion Now Will Foreign Foes Assail.

Pleasure Never Comes Sincere To Man; But Lent By Heaven Upon Hard Usury.