O Peace! How Many Wars Were Waged

Dogs, Ye Have Had Your Day!

Where'er You Walk Cool Gales Shall Fan The Glade, Trees Where You Sit Shall Crowd Into A Shade. Where'er You Tread The Blushing Flowers Shall Rise, And All Things Flourish Where You Turn Your Eyes.

A Tree Is A Nobler Object Than A Prince In His Coronation-robes.

Some Praise At Morning What They Blame At Night, But Always Think The Last Opinion Right.

Pleas'd Look Forward, Pleas'd To Look Behind,and Count Each Birthday With A Grateful Mind.