So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I

The Sky Is Changed,-and Such A Change! O Night And Storm And Darkness! Ye Are Wondrous Strong, Yet Lovely In Your Strength, As Is The Light Of A Dark Eye In Woman! Far Along, From Peak To Peak, The Rattling Crags Among, Leaps The Live Thunder.

In Commitment, We Dash The Hopes Of A Thousand Potential Selves.

Next To Dressing For A Rout Or Ball, Undressing Is A Woe.

Such Hath It Been--shall Be--beneath The Sun The Many Still Must Labour For The One.

That Famish'd People Must Be Slowly Nurst, And Fed By Spoonfuls, Else They Always Burst.