Fools Admire, But Men Of Sense Approve.

Bear, Like The Turk, No Brother Near The Throne.

Mankind Is Unamendable.

Is That A Birthday? 'tis, Alas! Too Clear; 'tis But The Funeral Of The Former Year.

But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company.

The Meeting Points The Sacred Hair Dissever From The Fair Head, Forever, And Forever! Then Flashed The Living Lightning From Her Eyes, And Screams Of Horror Rend Th' Affrighted Skies.