Pleasure Is Labour Too, And Tires As

Admirals Extolled For Standing Still, Or Doing Nothing With A Deal Of Skill.

All We Behold Is Miracle.

Lived In His Saddle, Loved The Chase, The Course, And Always, Ere He Mounted, Kiss'd His Horse.

The Cares Of Today Are Seldom Those Of Tomorrow.

But Slaves That Once Conceive The Glowing Thought Of Freedom, In That Hope Itself Possess All That The Contest Calls For; Spirit, Strength, The Scorn Of Danger, And United Hearts, The Surest Presage Of The Good They Seek.