I Am So Smart. I Am So

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

Bursts As A Wave That From The Clouds Impends, And Swell'd With Tempests On The Ship Descends; White Are The Decks With Foam; The Winds Aloud Howl O'er The Masts, And Sing Through Every Shroud: Pale, Trembling, Tir'd, The Sailors Freeze With Fears; And Instant Death On Every Wave Appears.

A Small Rock Holds Back A Great Wave.

What So Tedious As A Twice-told Tale?