O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!

New Vows To Plight, And Plighted Vows To Break.

All Things Are Subject To Decay And When Fate Summons, Monarchs Must Obey.

But Dying Is A Pleasure / When Living Is A Pain.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections.

If You Have Lived, Take Thankfully The Past. Make, As You Can, The Sweet Remembrance Last.