Be England What She Will, With All

Knaves Starve Not In The Land Of Fools.

Man And Wife, Coupled Together For The Sake Of Strife.

Who Often, But Without Success, Have Prayed For Apt Alliteration's Artful Aid.

The Villager, Born Humbly And Bred Hard, Content His Wealth, And Poverty His Guard, In Action Simply Just, In Conscience Clear, By Guilt Untainted, Undisturb'd By Fear, His Means But Scanty, And His Wants But Few, Labor His Business, And His Pleasure Too, Enjoys More Comforts In A Single Hour Than Ages Give The Wretch Condemn'd To Power.

Amongst The Sons Of Men How Few Are Known Who Dare Be Just To Merit Not Their Own.