The People's Voice Is Odd, It Is,

What Will A Child Learn Sooner Than A Song?

And Little Eagles Wave Their Wings In Gold.

In Various Talk Th' Instructive Hours They Past, Who Gave The Ball, Or Paid The Visit Last; One Speaks The Glory Of The British Queen, And One Describes A Charming Indian Screen; A Third Interprets Motions, Looks, And Eyes; At Every Word A Reputation Dies.

Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

Satire Or Sense, Alas! Can Sporus Feel? Who Breaks A Butterfly Upon A Wheel?