Arm The Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience

With Cowslips Wan That Hang The Pensive Head, And Every Flower That Sad Embroidery Wears.

I On The Other Side Us'd No Ambition To Commend My Deeds; The Deeds Themselves, Though Mute, Spoke Loud The Doer.

Know Thy Birth! For Dost Thou Art, And Shalt To Dust Return.

Rocks Whereon Greatest Men Have Oftest Wreck'd.

Just Deeds Are The Best Answer To Injurious Words.