War's A Game, Which, Were Their Subjects

Nature, Exerting An Unwearied Power, Forms, Opens, And Gives Scent To Every Flower; Spreads The Fresh Verdure Of The Field, And Leads The Dancing Naiads Through The Dewy Meads.

I Am Out Of Humanity's Reach.

Elegant As Simplicity, And Warm As Ecstasy.

Accomplishments Have Taken Virtue's Place, And Wisdom Falls Before Exterior Grace.

Tis Providence Alone Secures In Every Change Both Mine And Yours.