There Is A Tear For All Who

Tis Sweet To Listen As The Night Winds Creep From Leaf To Leaf.

A Legal Broom's A Moral Chimney-sweeper, And That's The Reason He Himself's So Dirty

Lord Of Himself; That Heritage Of Woe!

Self-love For Ever Creeps Out, Like A Snake, To Sting Anything Which Happens To Stumble Upon It.

It Is Not For Minds Like Ours To Give Or To Receive Flatter; Yet The Praises Of Sincerity Have Ever Been Permitted To The Voice Of Friendship