In Death A Hero, As In Life

Chaste To Her Husband, Frank To All Beside, A Teeming Mistress, But A Barren Bride.

Death, Only Death, Can Break The Lasting Chain; And Here, Ev'n Then, Shall My Cold Dust Remain

Yet Graceful Ease, And Sweetness Void Of Pride, Might Hide Her Faults, If Belles Had Faults To Hide: If To Her Share Some Female Errors Fall, Look On Her Face, And You'll Forget 'em All.

Wine Lets No Lover Unrewarded Go.

Act Well Your Part, There All The Honour Lies.