A Moment's Thinking Is An Hour In

Ben Battle Was A Soldier Bold, And Used To War's Alarms, But A Cannon-ball Took Off His Legs, So He Laid Down His Arms.

When He Is Forsaken, Withered And Shaken, What Can An Old Man Do But Die?

Some Minds Improve By Travel, Others, Rather, Resemble Copper Wire, Or Brass, Which Get The Narrower By Going Farther.

Our Very Hopes Belied Our Fears, Our Fears Our Hopes Belied; We Thought Her Dying When She Slept, And Sleeping When She Died.

Whilst Breezy Waves Toss Up Their Silvery Spray.