What Bosom Beast Not In His Country's

The Race By Vigour, Not By Vaunts, Is Won.

The Time Shall Come, When, Free As Seas Or Wind, Unbounded Thames Shall Flow For All Mankind, Whole Nations Enter With Each Swelling Tide, And Seas But Join The Regions They Divide; Earth's Distant Ends Our Glory Shall Behold, And The New World Launch Forth To Seek The Old.

Worth Makes The Man, And Want Of It The Fellow; The Rest Is All But Leather And Prunello.

And Binding Nature Fast In Fate, Left Free The Human Will.

To Swear Is Neither Brave, Polite, Nor Wise.