The brazen throat of war.

The spirit of man, which God inspired, cannot together perish with this corporeal clod.

Tis chastity, my brother, chastity; She that has that is clad in complete steel, And, like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen, May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd heaths, Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds; Where, through the sacred rays of chastity, No savage fierce, bandite, or mountaineer, Will dare to soil her virgin purity.

Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

The timely dew of sleep.

Let us go forth and resolutely dare with sweat of brow to toil our little day.

Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.