Home Is The Sacred Refuge Of Our

New Vows To Plight, And Plighted Vows To Break.

Riches Cannot Rescue From The Grave, Which Claims Alike The Monarch And The Slave.

A Satirical Poet Is The Check Of The Laymen On Bad Priests.

Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.