The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.

Words once spoken can never be recalled.

You gain your point if your industrious art can make unusual words easy.

The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.

I will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature's frailty may excuse.

Words are like leaves; some wither every year, and every year a younger race succeed.

Sound judgment is the ground of writing well.