All Heaven And Earth Are Still, Though

There Are Some Feelings Time Cannot Benumb, Nor Torture Shake.

What's Drinking? A Mere Pause From Thinking!

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.

Mont Blanc Is The Monarch Of Mountains; They Crown'd Him Long Ago On A Throne Of Rocks, In A Robe Of Clouds, With A Diadem Of Snow.

Glory, Like The Phoenix 'midst Her Fires, Exhales Her Odours, Blazes, And Expires.