Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves.
More firm and sure the hand of courage strikes, when it obeys the watchful eye of caution.
Statues and pictures and verse may be grand, But they are not the Life for which they stand.
Peace is the happy natural state of man; war is corruption and disgrace.
Ingratitude is treason to mankind.
But who can paint like Nature? Can imagination boast, amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
