Dead Men Tell No Tales.

Roused By The Lash Of His Own Stubborn Tail Our Lion Now Will Foreign Foes Assail.

To Breed Up The Son To Common Sense Is Evermore The Parent's Least Expense.

He With A Graceful Pride, While His Rider Every Hand Survey'd, Sprung Loose, And Flew Into An Escapade; Not Moving Forward, Yet With Every Bound Pressing, And Seeming Still To Quit His Ground.

Nor Is The People's Judgment Always True: The Most May Err As Grossly As The Few.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.