Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
Though the day of my Destiny 's over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find.
Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never
Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?
But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Goat's flesh there is, no doubt, and kid, and mutton; And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on.