What Frenzy Dictates, Jealousy Believes

No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer Or Die Who've No Retreat.

The Luxury Of Doing Good Surpasses Every Other Personal Enjoyment.

Why Is The Hearse With Scutcheons Blazon'd Round, And With The Nodding Plume Of Ostrich Crown'd? No; The Dead Know It Not, Nor Profit Gain; It Only Serves To Prove The Living Vain.

What Happiness The Rural Maid Attends, In Cheerful Labour While Each Day She Spends! She Gratefully Receives What Heav'n Has Sent, And, Rich In Poverty, Enjoys Content.

Fair Is The Kingcup That In Meadow Blows, Fair Is The Daisy That Beside Her Grows.