The Bird That Flutters Least Is Longest

Is Base In Kind, And Born To Be A Slave.

Ever Let The Fancy Roam, Pleasure Never Is At Home.

I Seem Forsaken And Alone, / I Hear The Lion Roar; / And Every Door Is Shut But One, / And That Is Mercy's Door.

He That Attends To His Interior Self, That Has A Heart, And Keeps It; Has A Mind That Hungers, And Supplies It; And Who Seeks A Social, Not A Dissipated Life, Has Business.

There Is A Pleasure In Poetic Pains / Which Only Poets Know.