Is Base In Kind, And Born To

No Wild Enthusiast Could Rest, Till Half The World Like Him Was Possessed.

Made Poetry A Mere Mechanic Art.

Misery Still Delights To Trace Its Semblance In Another's Case.

Spring Hangs Her Infant Blossoms On The Trees, Rock'd In The Cradle Of The Western Breeze.

A Noisy Man Is Always In The Right.