When He Is Forsaken, Withered And Shaken,

Whilst Breezy Waves Toss Up Their Silvery Spray.

Frost Is The Greatest Artist In Our Clime - He Paints In Nature And Describes In Rime.

The Best Of Friends Fall Out, And So His Teeth Had Done Some Years Ago.

A Man That's Fond Precociously Of Stirring , :;:; Must Be A Spoon.

How Widely Its Agencies Vary,- To Save, To Ruin, To Curse, To Bless,- As Even Its Minted Coins Express, Now Stamp'd With The Image Of Good Queen Bess, And Now Of A Bloody Mary.