The Spirit Breathes Upon The Word And

[my Kitten's] Gambols Are Not To Be Described, And Would Be Incredible, If They Could.

Sends Nature Forth The Daughter Of The Skies... To Dance On Earth, And Charm All Human Eyes.

But Still Remember, If You Mean To Please, To Press Your Point With Modesty And Ease.

Fancy, Like The Finger Of A Clock, Runs The Great Circuit, And Is Still At Home.

Could He With Reason Murmur At His Case, Himself Sole Author Of His Own Disgrace?