Without One Friend, Above All Foes, Britannia

Some Drill And Bore The Solid Earth, And From The Strata There Extract A Register, By Which We Learn, That He Who Made It, And Reveal'd Its Date To Moses, Was Mistaken In Its Age.

Just Knows, And Knows No More, Her Bible True,- A Truth The Brilliant Frenchman Never Knew.

Forgot The Blush That Virgin Fears Impart To Modest Cheeks, And Borrowed One From Art.

The Only Amaranthine Flower On Earth Is Virtue; The Only Lasting Treasure, Truth.

Strange As It May Seem, The Most Ludicrous Lines I Ever Wrote Have Been Written In The Saddest Mood.