Freedom Which In No Other Land Will

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.

The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid Eyes And Gaping Mouth, That Testified Surprise.

Dancing Is The Poetry Of The Foot.

Or Hast Thou Known The World So Long In Vain?

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth, Our Appetites As Apt To Change As Theirs, And Full As Craving Too, And Full As Vain.