Within the compass of my first
Are right and wrong, dissected;
Bold falsehood there is put to shame,
And villainy detected.
Of constant port, with royal parts,
Tall, strong, and stately reckoned,
But hauled about with tarry coat--
By these marks know my second.
My whole, devoted to one aim,
One prize intent on gaining,
Expends its life in the pursuit,
And dies in the obtaining.