War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.

But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.

There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.

With spots quadrangular of diamond form, ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, and spades, the emblems of untimely graves.