Destroy All Creatures For Thy Sport Or

Absent Or Dead, Still Let A Friend Be Dear.

Chiefs Who No More In Bloody Fights Engage, But Wise Through Time, And Narrative With Age, In Summer-days Like Grasshoppers Rejoice - A Bloodless Race, That Send A Feeble Voice.

Act Well Your Part, There All The Honour Lies.

The Enormous Faith Of Many Made For One.

Whether The Darken'd Room To Muse Invite, Or Whiten'd Wall Provoke The Skew'r To Write; In Durance, Exile, Bedlam, Or The Mint, Like Lee Or Budgel I Will Rhyme And Print.