Steady Of Heart And Stout Of Hand.

And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In Tears.

One Or Two Of These Scoundrel Statesmen Should Be Shot Once A-year, Just To Keep The Others On Their Good Behavior.

Thus Aged Men, Full Loth And Slow, The Vanities Of Life Forego, And Count Their Youthful Follies O'er, Till Memory Lends Her Light No More.

Then Hush Thee, My Darling, Take Rest While You May, For Strife Comes With Manhood, And Waking With Day.

My Hope, My Heaven, My Trust Must Be, My Gentle Guide, In Following Thee.