The Race By Vigour, Not By Vaunts,

A Disputant No More Cares For The Truth Than The Sportsman For The Hare.

Soft O'er The Shrouds Aerial Whispers Breathe, That Seemed But Zephyrs To The Train Beneath.

What Dire Offence From Am'rous Causes Springs, What Mighty Contests Rise From Trivial Things.

In Faith And Hope The World Will Disagree, But All Mankind's Concern Is Charity.

Fly, Dotard, Fly! With Thy Wise Dreams And Fables Of The Sky.