Cursed Be The Hand That Made These

And Nothing Is, But What Is Not.

Highly Fed And Lowly Taught.

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?