Only This I Know, That One Celestial

For No Falsehood Can Endure Touch Of Celestial Temper.

Th' Imperial Ensign, Which Full High Advanc'd Shone Like A Meteor, Streaming To The Wind.

For What Can War, But Endless War, Still Breed?

What Honour That, But Tedious Waste Of Time, To Sit And Hear So Many Hollow Compliments And Lies.

So On This Windy Sea Of Land, The Fiend Walked Up And Down Alone Bent On His Prey.