War's A Game, Which, Were Their Subjects

A Story, In Which Native Humour Reigns, Is Often Useful, Always Entertains; A Graver Fact, Enlisted On Your Side, May Furnish Illustration, Well Applied; But Sedentary Weavers Of Long Tales Give Me The Fidgets, And My Patience Fails.

Satan Trembles When He Sees The Weakest Saint Upon Their Knees.

When From Soft Love Proceeds The Deep Distress, Ah! Why Forbid The Willing Tears To Flow?

Blest Be The Art That Can Immortalize.

Stamps God's Own Name Upon A Lie Just Made, To Turn A Penny In The Way Of Trade.