What Is Strength Without A Double Share

The Hungry Sheep Look Up, And Are Not Fed.

Or Bid The Soul Of Orpheus Sing Such Notes As, Warbled To The String, Drew Iron Tears Down Pluto's Cheek.

And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy Rapt Soul Sitting In Thine Eyes.

Boast Not Of What Thou Would'st Have Done, But Do.

Th' Imperial Ensign, Which Full High Advanc'd Shone Like A Meteor, Streaming To The Wind.