Every brother who maintains
a consistency in love and
sincerity in friendship.
Every worthy brother who was
at first duly prepared, and whose
heart still retains an awful
regard to the three great lights
of masonry.
Golden eggs to every brother, and goldfinches to our lodges.
Honour and influence to every public-spirited brother.
All freeborn sons of the ancient and honourable craft.
May the square, plumb-line,
and level regulate the conduct of
every brother.
May the morning have no occasion
to censure the night spent by
freemasons.
May the hearts of freemasons
agree, although their heads
should differ.
May every mason participate in the happiness of a brother.
May every brother have a heart to feel and a hand to give.
May discord, party rage, and
insolence be for ever rooted out
from among masons.
May covetous cares be unknown to freemasons.
May all freemasons go hand in hand in the road of virtue.
May we be more ready to correct
our own faults than to publish
the errors of a brother.
May the prospect of riches
never induce a mason to do that
which is repugnant to virtue.
May unity and love be ever stamped upon the mason’s mind.
May no freemason desire plenty
but with the benevolent view to
relieve the indigent.
May no freemason wish for
more liberty than constitutes
happiness, nor more freedom
than tends to the public good.
May the deformity of vice
in other men teach a mason to abhor
it in himself.
May the cares which haunt
the heart of the covetous be unknown
to the freemason.
Prosperity to masons and masonry
Relief to all indigent brethren.
To the secret and silent.
The great lodge of England.
The great lodge of Scotland.
To the memory of him who first planted the vine.
To the perpetual honour of freemasons.
The masters and wardens of all regular lodges.
To all masons who walk by the line.
To the memory of the Tyrian artist.
May all freemasons live in love and die in peace.
May love animate the heart of every mason.
May all freemasons ever taste
and relish the sweets of
freedom.
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MILITARY.
May our commanders have the
eye of a Hawke and the heart of a
Wolfe.
To the memory of Wellington and all like him.
Chelsea Hospital and its supporters.
To the memory of Sir Thomas
Picton, and all our brave
countrymen who fell at Waterloo.