Satire Is A Kind Of Poetry In

Either Be Wholly Slaves Or Wholly Free.

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.

Ah, How Sweet It Is To Love! Ah, How Gay Is Young Desire! And What Pleasing Pains We Prove When We First Approach Love's Fire!

The Trumpet's Loud Clangor Excites Us To Arms.