William Somervile

"He taught them how to live and how to die."

"Fortune is like a widow won, And truckles to the bold alone."

"For the next inn he spurs amain, In haste alights, and skuds away, But time and tide for no man stay."

"Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies, And Isr'el's beauty on the mountains dies. How are the mighty fallen! Hush'd be my sorrow, gently fall my tears, Lest my sad tale should reach the alien's ears: Bid Fame be dumb, and tremble to proclaim In heathen Gath, or Ascalon, our shame Lest proud Philistia, lest our haughty foe, With impious scorn insult our solemn woe."

"My hoarse-sounding horn Invites thee to the chase, the sport of kings; Image of war, without its guilt."

"Hail, happy Britain! highly favoured isle, And Heaven's peculiar care!"

"Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail! Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spread O'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way, And orient pearls from ev'ry shrub depend."

"Hail, blooming Youth! May all your virtues with your years improve, Till in consummate worth you shine the pride Of these our days, and succeeding times A bright example."

"Whate'er of earth is form'd, to earth returns, * * * * The soul Of man alone, that particle divine, Escapes the wreck of worlds, when all things fail."

"The bird That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet complainings."