Hope Is Such A Bait, It Covers

The Man Recovered Of The Bite, The Dog It Was That Died.

So The Loud Torrent, And The Whirlwind's Roar, But Bind Him To His Native Mountains More.

The Watch-dog's Voice That Bay'd The Whispering Wind, And The Loud Laugh That Spoke The Vacant Mind.

I Do Not Love A Man Who Is Zealous For Nothing.

Tenderness Is A Virtue.