Pleasure Is Labour Too, And Tires As

Without One Friend, Above All Foes, Britannia Gives The World Repose.

The Only Amaranthine Flower On Earth Is Virtue; The Only Lasting Treasure, Truth.

Man May Dismiss Compassion From His Heart, But God Never Will.

Go, Mark The Matchless Working Of The Power That Shuts Within The Seed The Future Flower; Bids These In Elegance Of Form Excel. In Color These, And Those Delight The Smell; Sends Nature Forth, The Daughter Of The Skies, To Dance On Earth, And Charm All Human Eyes.

O Winter! Ruler Of The Inverted Year, . . . I Crown Thee King Of Intimate Delights, Fireside Enjoyments, Home-born Happiness, And All The Comforts That The Lowly Roof Of Undisturbed Retirement, And The Hours Of Long Uninterrupted Evening, Know.