Wit Will Shine Through The Harsh Cadence

Such Subtle Covenants Shall Be Made,till Peace It Self Is War In Masquerade.

Old As I Am, For Ladies' Love Unfit, The Power Of Beauty I Remember Yet.

Raw In The Fields The Rude Militia Swarms, Mouth Without Hands; Maintained At Vast Expense, In Peace A Charge, In War A Weak Defence.

Our Vows Are Heard Betimes! And Heaven Takes Care To Grant, Before We Can Conclude The Prayer: Preventing Angels Met It Half The Way, And Sent Us Back To Praise, Who Came To Pray.

Secret Guilt By Silence Is Betrayed.