Come Away; Poverty's Catching.

Come Away; Poverty's Catching.

Fantastic Fortune Thou Deceitful Light, That Cheats The Weary Traveler By Night, Though On A Precipice Each Step You Tread, I Am Resolved To Follow Where You Lead.

You May Make Love In Dancing As Well As Sitting.

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

A Poet Is A Painter In His Way, He Draws To The Life, But In Another Kind; We Draw The Nobler Part, The Soul And The Mind; The Pictures Of The Pen Shall Outlast Those Of The Pencil, And Even Worlds Themselves.