Detested Sport, That Owes Its Pleasures To

Though Peace Be Made, Yet It's Interest That Keep Peace.

When All Within Is Peace How Nature Seems To Smile Delights That Never Cease The Live-long Day Beguile

Still Ending, And Beginning Still.

The Proud Are Ever Most Provoked By Pride.

All Flesh Is Grass. And All Its Glory Fades Like The Fair Flower Dishevell'd In The Wind; Riches Have Wings, And Grandeur Is A Dream; The Man We Celebrate Must Find A Tomb, And We That Worship Him, Ignoble Graves.