Ah, Tell Them They Are Men!

Men Will Believe Anything At All Provided They Are Under No Obligation To Believe It.

The Boast Of Heraldry, The Pomp Of Pow'r, And All That Beauty, All That Wealth E'er Gave, Awaits Alike Th' Inevitable Hour. The Paths Of Glory Lead But To The Grave.

Rich With The Spoils Of Time.

Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, / A Stranger Yet To Pain.

The Applause Of List'ning Senates To Command, The Threats Of Pain And Ruin To Despise, To Scatter Plenty O'er A Smiling Land, And Read Their History In A Nation's Eyes.