The Paths Of Glory Lead But To

Along The Cool Sequestered Vale Of Life, They Kept The Noiseless Tenour Of Their Way.

Large Was His Bounty, And His Soul Sincere, Heaven Did A Recompense As Largely Send: He Gave To Mis'ry (all He Had) A Tear, He Gained From Heav'n ('t Was All He Wish'd) A Friend.

We Frolic While 'tis May.

T'was Spring, T'was Summer, All Was Gay Now Autumn Bears A Cloud Brow The Flowers Of Spring Are Swept Way And Summer Fruits Desert The Bough

What Female Heart Can Gold Despise? What Cat 's Averse To Fish?