Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
Nature delights in progress; in advance.
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.
As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.
[The] public path of life Is dirty.