And Make Each Day A Critic On

Some People Are Commended For A Giddy Kind Of Good-humor, Which Is As Much A Virtue As Drunkenness.

Thus Let Me Live, Unseen, Unknown, Thus Unlamented Let Me Die, Steal From The World, And Not A Stone Tell Where I Lie.

Why Did I Write? What Sin To Me Unknown Dipped Me In Ink, My Parents , Or My Own?

But See, Orion Sheds Unwholesome Dews; Arise, The Pines A Noxious Shade Diffuse; Sharp Boreas Blows, And Nature Feels Decay, Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows.