Destroy All Creatures For Thy Sport Or

Oft, As In Airy Rings They Skim The Heath, The Clamtrous Lapwings Feel The Leaden Death; Oft, As The Mounting Larks Their Notes Prepare They Fall, And Leave Their Little Lives In Air.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State.

Ye Gods, Annihilate But Space And Time, And Make Two Lovers Happy.

For He Lives Twice Who Can At Once Employ, The Present Well, And E'en The Past Enjoy.

Judge Not Of Actions By Their Mere Effect; Dive To The Center, And The Cause Detect. Great Deeds From Meanest Springs May Take Their Course, And Smallest Virtues From A Mighty Source.