The Soul Of Conversation Is

Truth Ever Lovely - Since The World Began, The Foe Of Tyrants, And The Friend Of Man.

The Proud, The Cold Untroubled Heart Of Stone, That Never Mused On Sorrow But Its Own.

The Patriot's Blood Is The Seed Of Freedom's Tree.

The Popularity Of That Baby-faced Boy, Who Possessed Not Even The Elements Of A Good Actor, Was A Hallucination In The Public Mind, And A Disgrace To Our Theatrical History.

Britannia Needs No Bulwarks, No Towers Along The Steep; Her March Is O'er The Mountain Waves, Her Home Is On The Deep.