When first thy pencil did these beaties give
And breathing figures learnt from thee to live

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.

With thee how should we be afraid of loss
O thou, who turnest every loss to gain.

Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.

Thee, first in peace and honor - we demand The grace and glory of thy martial band. Fam'd for thy valor, for thy virtues more, Hear every tongue thy guardian aid implore! One century scarce perform'd its destined round,