Lights Of The World, And Stars Of

Sin Let Loose Speaks Punishment At Hand.

Me Howling Blasts Drive Devious, Tempest-tossed, / Sails Ripped, Seams Opening Wide, And Compass Lost.

Detested Sport, That Owes Its Pleasures To Another's Pain.

Poor England! Thou Art A Devoted Deer, Beset With Every Ill But That Of Fear. The Nations Hunt; All Mock Thee For A Prey; They Swarm Around Thee, And Thou Stand'st At Bay.

A Teacher Should Be Sparing Of His Smile.