A Thirst For Gold, The Beggar's Vice,

I Really Cannot Know Whether I Am Or Am Not The Genius You Are Pleased To Call Me, But I Am Very Willing To Put Up With The Mistake, If It Be One.

None Are So Desolate But Something Dear, Dearer Than Self, Possesses Or Possess'd A Thought, And Claims The Homage Of A Tear.

Father Of Light! Great God Of Heaven! Hear'st Thou The Accents Of Despair? Can Guilt Like Man's Be E'er Forgiven? Can Vice Atone For Crimes By Prayer.

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.

Such Hath It Been--shall Be--beneath The Sun The Many Still Must Labour For The One.