The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.

He Lives In Fame That Died In Virtue's Cause.

Make Less Thy Body Hence, And More Thy Grace. Leave Gormandizing.