I Mean Your Borrowers Of Books -

I Am In Love With The Green Earth.

Merit, God Knows, Is Very Little Rewarded.

Ay, Down To The Dust With Them, Slaves As They Are! From This Hour Let The Blood In Their Dastardly Veins, That Shrunk At The First Touch Of Liberty's War, Be Wasted For Tyrants, Or Stagnate In Chains.

As Half In Shade And Half In Sun This World Along Its Path Advances, May That Side The Sun 's Upon Be All That E'er Shall Meet Thy Glances!

The Muses Were Dumb While Apollo Lectured.