A Man Of Eighty Has Outlived Probably

Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer For Other's Weal Avail'd On High, Mine Will Not All Be Lost In Air, But Waft Thy Name Beyond The Sky.

Go Let Thy Less Than Woman's Hand Assume The Distaff Not The Brand.

Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication.

Where Are The Forms The Sculptor's Soul Hath Seized? In Him Alone, Can Nature Show As Fair?

Oh, Christ! It Is A Goodly Sight To See What Heaven Hath Done For This Delicious Land!