Cowards Are Cruel, But The Brave Love

To Frame The Little Animal, Provide All The Gay Hues That Wait On Female Pride: Let Nature Guide Thee; Sometimes Golden Wire The Shining Bellies Of The Fly Require; The Peacock's Plumes Thy Tackle Must Not Fail, Nor The Dear Purchase Of The Sable's Tail.

In Every Age And Clime We See Two Of A Trade Can Never Agree.

Thus Shadow Owes Its Birth To Light.

Cowards Are Cruel, But The Brave Love Mercy And Delight To Save.

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.