Genius Is Of No Country.

When Fiction Rises Pleasing To The Eye, Men Will Believe, Because They Love The Lie; But Truth Herself, If Clouded With A Frown, Must Have Some Solemn Proof To Pass Her Down.

Be England What She Will, With All Her Faults She Is My Country Still.

And Reputation Bleeds In Ev'ry Word.

Even In A Hero's Heart Discretion Is The Better Part.

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