This Bud Of Love, By

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon A Nurse, Too Far In Years To Be A Pupil Now.

Lend Less Than You Owe.

Piece Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts.

Farewell The Plumed Troop, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue! O, Farewell! Farewell The Neighing Steed And The Shrill Trump, The Spirit-stirring Drum, Th' Ear-piercing Fife, The Royal Banner, And All Quality, Pride, Pomp, And Circumstance Of Glorious War!