I Shall Be But A Shrimp Of

A Fav'rite Has No Friend!

Visions Of Glory, Spare My Aching Sight! Ye Unborn Ages, Crowd Not On My Soul!

The Paths Of Glory Lead But To The Grave.

We Frolic While 'tis May.

Her Track, Where'er The Goddess Roves, Glory Pursue, And Gen'rous Shame, Th' Unconquerable Mind, And Freedom's Holy Flame.