The Light Of Heaven Restore; Give Me

A Brave Man Struggling In The Storms Of Fate, And Greatly Falling With A Falling State.

And Make Each Day A Critic On The Last.

Now Warm In Love, Now With'ring In My Bloom Lost In A Convent's Solitary Gloom!

Worth Makes The Man, And Want Of It The Fellow; The Rest Is All But Leather And Prunello.

Horses (thou Say'st) And Asses Men May Try, And Ring Suspected Vessels Ere They Buy; But Wives, A Random Choice, Untried They Take; They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake; Then, Nor Till Then, The Veil's Removed Away, And All The Woman Glares In Open Day.