He Mouths A Sentence As Curs Mouth

Fame Is Nothing But An Empty Name.

A Joke's A Very Serious Thing.

With Curious Art The Brain, Too Finely Wrought, Preys On Herself, And Is Destroyed By Thought.

Wit, Who Never Once Forgave A Brother, Shall Forgive A Dunce.

Enough Of Satire; In Less Harden'd Times Great Was Her Force, And Mighty Were Her Rhymes. I've Read Of Men, Beyond Man's Daring Brave, Who Yet Have Trembled At The Strokes She Gave; Whose Souls Have Felt More Terrible Alarms From Her One Line, Than From A World In Arms.