Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So,

I Would Rather Have A Nod From An American, Than A Snuff- Box From An Emperor.

Are Not The Mountains, Waves, And Skies As Much A Part Of Me, As I Of Them?

He Who Is Only Just Is Cruel; Who Upon The Earth Would Live Were All Judged Justly?

I Slept And Dreamt That Life Was Beauty; I Woke And Found That Life Was Duty.

Your Thief Looks Exactly Like The Rest, Or Rather Better; 'tis Only At The Bar, And In The Dungeon, That Wise Men Know Your Felon By His Features.