Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But

He Wants Worth Who Dares Not Praise A Foe.

Ever A Glutton, At Another's Cost, But In Whose Kitchen Dwells Perpetual Frost.

Among Our Crimes Oblivion May Be Set.

A Fiery Soul, Which Working Out Its Way, Fretted The Pygmy-body To Decay: And O'er-informed The Tenement Of Clay. A Daring Pilot In Extremity; Pleased With The Danger, When The Waves Went High He Sought The Storms...

Such Subtle Covenants Shall Be Made,till Peace It Self Is War In Masquerade.