I Am Out Of Humanity's Reach.

The Solemn Fop; Significant And Budge; A Fool With Judges, Amongst Fools A Judge

She That Asks Her Dear Five Hundred Friends, Contemns Them All, And Hates Their Coming.

They Whom Truth And Wisdom Lead, Can Gather Honey From A Weed.

My Soul Is Sick With Every Day's Report Of Wrong And Outrage With Which Earth Is Filled.

For 'tis A Truth Well Known To Most, That Whatsoever Thing Is Lost, We Seek It, Ere It Comes To Light, In Every Cranny But The Right.