Nor In The Critic Let The Man

But See, Orion Sheds Unwholesome Dews; Arise, The Pines A Noxious Shade Diffuse; Sharp Boreas Blows, And Nature Feels Decay, Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

Fix'd Like A Plant On His Peculiar Spot, To Draw Nutrition, Propagate And Rot.

An Obstinate Person Does Not Hold Opinions; They Hold Them.

Pretty! In Amber To Observe The Forms Of Hairs, Of Straws, Or Dirt, Or Grubs, Or Worms! The Things, We Know, Are Neither Rich Nor Rare, But Wonder How The Devil They Got There.

And Bear About The Mockery Of Woe To Midnight Dances And The Public Show.