If Ancient Tales Say True, Nor Wrong

Those Who Will Not Reason, Are Bigots, Those Who Cannot, Are Fools, And Those Who Dare Not, Are Slaves.

If Ancient Tales Say True, Nor Wrong These Holy Men.

I Have Imbibed Such A Love For Money That I Keep Some Sequins In A Drawer To Count, And Cry Over Them Once A Week.

Just As Old Age Is Creeping On Space, And Clouds Come O'er The Sunset Of Our Day, They Kindly Leave Us, Though Not Quite Alone, But In Good Company--the Gout Or Stone.

By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight To See For One Who Hath No Friend, No Brother There.