Spur Not An Unbroken Horse; Put Not

Profan'd The God-given Strength, And Marr'd The Lofty Line.

And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In Tears.

Despite Those Titles, Power, And Pelf, The Wretch, Concentred All In Self, Living, Shall Forfeit Fair Renown, And, Doubly Dying, Shall Go Down To The Vile Dust, From Whence He Sprung, Unwept, Unhonor'd, And Unsung.

Sleep In Peace, And Wake In Joy.

Each Age Has Deemed The New-born Year The Fittest Time For Festal Cheer.