Matthew Green

Though pleased to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way.

Thus I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.

Avarice, sphincter of the heart.

Fling but a stone, the giant dies.

To cure the mind's wrong bias, Spleen, Some recommend the bowling green; Some, hilly walks; all, exercise; Fling but a stone, the giant dies.

Nor bigots who but one way see, Through blinkers of authority.