An Englishman Fears Contempt More Than Death.

As For Murmurs, Mother, We Grumble A Little Now And Then, To Be Sure; But There's No Love Lost Between Us.

Such Is The Patriot's Boast, Where'er We Roam, His First Best Country Ever Is At Home.

Thus Let Me Hold Thee To My Heart, And Every Care Resign: And We Shall Never, Never Part, My Life-my All That's Mine!

To Aim At Excellence, Our Reputation, And Friends, And All Must Be Ventured; To Aim At The Average We Run No Risk And Provide Little Service.

The Nakedness Of The Indigent World May Be Clothed From The Trimmings Of The Vain.