What's Done We Partly May

Be Briton Still To Britain True, Among Oursel's United; For Never But By British Hands Maun British Wrangs Be Righted.

The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My Waters Play.

The Great Creator To Revere Must Sure Become The Creature; But Still The Preaching Cant Forbear, And Ev'n The Rigid Feature: Yet Ne'er With Wits Profane To Range Be Complaisance Extended;an Atheist Laugh's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended.

What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night Without A Morning; Love's The Cloudless Summer Sun, Nature Gay Adorning.

Firmness In Enduring And Exertion Is A Character I Always Wish To Possess. I Have Always Despised The Whining Yelp Of Complaint And Cowardly Resolve.