But Dying Is A Pleasure / When

War Is The Trade Of Kings.

When A Man's Life Is Under Debate, The Judge Can Ne'er Too Long Deliberate.

Be Fair, Or Foul, Or Rain, Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed, In Spite Of Fate, Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

For Those Whom God To Ruin Has Design'd, He Fits For Fate, And First Destroys Their Mind.

Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are Half Eased.