The Beggarly Last Doit.

O Winter, Ruler Of The Inverted Year!

They Whom Truth And Wisdom Lead, Can Gather Honey From A Weed.

The Fall Of Waters And The Song Of Birds, And Hills That Echo To The Distant Berds, Are Luxuries Excelling All The Glare The World Can Boast, And Her Chief Favorites Share.

Pernicious Weed! Whose Scent The Fair Annoys, Unfriendly To Society's Chief Joys: Thy Worst Effect Is Banishing For Hours The Sex Whose Presence Civilizes Ours.

An Idler Is A Watch That Wants Both Hands; As Useless If It Goes As When It Stands.