Virtue That Wavers Is Not Virtue.

My Heart Contains Of Good, Wise, Just, The Perfect Shape.

The Low'ring Element Scowls O'er The Darken'd Landscape.

So Farewell Hope, And With Hope Farewell Fear,farewell Remorse: All Good To Me Is Lost;evil,be Thou My Good.

Let Not England Forget Her Precedence Of Teaching Nations How To Live.

O Sun, To Tell Thee How I Hate Thy Beams That Bring To My Remembrance From What State I Fell, How Glorious Once Above Thy Sphere.