He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It

Reason Is So Unreasonable, That Few People Can Say They Are In Possession Of It.

Physicians Mend Or End Us, Secundum Artem; But Although We Sneer - In Health - When Ill We Call Them To Attend Us, Without The Least Propensity To Jeer

Oh, Talk Not To Me Of A Name Great In Story; The Days Of Our Youth Are The Days Of Our Glory; And The Myrtle And Ivy Of Sweet Two-and-twenty Are Worth All Your Laurels, Though Ever So Plenty.

Exhausting Thought, And Hiving Wisdom With Each Studious Year.

And Wrinkles, The Damned Democrats, Won't Flatter.