By Headless Charles See Heartless Henry Lies.

Yet Truth Will Sometimes Lend Her Noblest Fires, And Decorate The Verse Herself Inspires: This Fact, In Virtue's Name, Let Crabbe Attest,- Though Nature's Sternest Painter, Yet The Best.

They Used To Say That Knowledge Is Power. I Used To Think So, But I Know Now They Mean Money.

The Great Art Of Life Is Sensation, To Feel That We Exist, Even In Pain.

Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not Water's Worth.

It Has Been Said That The Immortality Of The Soul Is A Grand Peut-tre -but Still It Is A Grand One. Everybody Clings To It -the Stupidest, And Dullest, And Wickedest Of Human Bipeds Is Still Persuaded That He Is Immortal.