Titles Are Tinsel, Power A Corrupter, Glorya

Teas, Where Small Talk Dies In Agonies.

Lie Bills And Calculations Much Perplexed, With Steam-boats, Frigates, And Machinery Quaint Traced Over Them In Blue And Yellow Paint.

History Is A Cyclic Poem Written By Time Upon The Memories Of Man.

Revenge And Wrong Bring Forth Their Kind; The Foul Cubs Like Their Parents Are.

Thus Suicidal Selfishness, That Blights The Fairest Feelings Of The Opening Heart, Is Destined To Decay, Whilst From The Soil Shall Spring All Virtue, All Delight, All Love, And Judgment Cease To Wage Unnatural War With Passion's Unsubduable Array.