Though Triumphs Were To Generals Only Due,

Ah! Why, Ye Gods, Should Two And Two Make Four?

The Approach Of Night The Skies Yet Blushing With Departing Light, When Falling Dews With Spangles Deck'd The Glade, And The Low Sun Had Lengthen'd Ev'ry Shade.

Two Purposes In Human Nature Rule. Self- Love To Urge, And Reason To Restrain.

An Excuse Is Worse And More Terrible Than A Lie; For An Excuse Is A Lie Guarded.

Dogs, Ye Have Had Your Day!