In Death A Hero, As In Life

Some People Are Commended For A Giddy Kind Of Good-humor, Which Is As Much A Virtue As Drunkenness.

No More The Mounting Larks, While Daphne Sings, Shall, List'ning, In Mid-air Suspend Their Wings.

Good God! How Often Are We To Die Before We Go Quite Off This Stage? In Every Friend We Lose A Part Of Ourselves, And The Best Part.

Blest Paper-credit! Last And Best Supply! That Lends Corruption Lighter Wings To Fly!

Not Always Actions Show The Man; We Find Who Does A Kindness Is Not Therefore Kind.