Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed.

What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled.

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

Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.

Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays.

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

Let us not write at a loose rambling rate, in hope the world will wink at all our faults.