Nor Fame I Slight, Nor For Her

What Bosom Beast Not In His Country's Cause?

The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits Appear To Ripen.

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.

All Nature's Diff'rence Keeps All Nature's Peace.

Thus Unlamented Pass The Proud Away, The Gaze Of Fools And Pageant Of A Day; So Perish All, Whose Breast Ne'er Learn'd To Glow For Others' Good, Or Melt At Others' Woe.