Rough Johnson, the great moralist.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.
There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.