Charm Strikes The Sight, But Merit Wins

Ambition First Sprung From Your Blest Abodes: The Glorious Fault Of Angels And Of Gods.

One Thought Of Thee Puts All The Pomp To Flight; Priests, Tapers, Temples, Swim Before My Sight.

I As Little Fear That God Will Damn A Man That Has Charity, As I Hope That The Priests Can Save One Who Has Not.

Truth Shines The Brighter, Clad In Verse.

In Death A Hero, As In Life A Friend!