Are Not The Mountains, Waves, And Skies

And Angling Too, That Solitary Vice, What Izaak Walton Sings Or Says: The Quaint, Old, Cruel Coxcomb, In His Gullet Should Have A Hook, And A Small Trout To Pull It.

History - The Devil's Scripture

A Thirst For Gold, The Beggar's Vice, Which Can But Overwhelm The Meanest Hearts.

Nothing So Difficult As A Beginning In Poesy, Unless Perhaps The End.

And Doubt And Discord Step 'twixt Thine And Thee.