Thus, While The Mute Creation Downward Bend

New Vows To Plight, And Plighted Vows To Break.

Imitators Are But A Servile Kind Of Cattle.

Pride - Lord Of Human Kind

Since Every Man Who Lives Is Born To Die, And None Can Boast Sincere Felicity, With Equal Mind, What Happens, Let Us Bear, Nor Joy Nor Grieve Too Much For Things Beyond Our Care. Like Pilgrims To The' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.