When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes. - Thomas Gray

From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd,
Know one false step is ne'er retriev'd,
And be with caution bold.
Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes
And heedless hearts, is lawful prize;
Nor all, that glisters, gold.

E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires.

In glittering arms and glory dressed, High he rears his ruby crest. There the thundering strokes begin, There the press and there the din; Talymalfra's rocky shore Echoing to the battle's roar.