But animated nature sweeter still, to soothe and satisfy the human ear.
Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country!
Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
In indolent vacuity of thought.