Thus Shadow Owes Its Birth To Light.

Breathe Soft, Ye Winds! Ye Waves, In Silence Sleep!

Who Friendship With A Knave Hath Made, Is Judged A Partner In The Trade.

And When A Lady's In The Case, You Know, All Other Things Give Place.

So Comes A Reck'ning When The Banquet's O'er, The Dreadful Reckn'ning, And Men Smile No More.

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?