Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.
Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.
It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.