Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind

But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.

Time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.

Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.

I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.

For all we know that English people are/ Fed upon beef - I won't say much of beer/ Because 'tis liquor only, and being far/ From this my subject, has no business here;/ We know too, they are very fond of war,/ A pleasure - like all pleasures - rather dear;/ So were the Cretans - from which I infer/ That beef and battle both were owing her

Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!