A Mighty Maze! But Not Without A

What Then Remains, But Well Our Power To Use, And Keep Good-humor Still Whate'er We Lose? And Trust Me, Dear, Good-humor Can Prevail, When Airs, And Flights, And Screams, And Scolding Fail.

Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A Crust Of Bread, And Liberty!

A Wit With Dunces, And A Dunce With Wits.

Hope Humbly Then; With Trembling Pinions Soar; Wait The Great Teacher, Death, And God Adore; What Future Bliss He Gives Not Thee To Know, But Gives That Hope To Be Thy Blessing Now.

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit, There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It