I Shall Be But A Shrimp Of

Far From The Madding Crowd's Ignoble Strife Their Sober Wishes Never Learn'd To Stray; Along The Cool Sequester'd Vale Of Life They Kept The Noiseless Tenor Of Their Way.

Ye Towers Of Julius, London's Lasting Shame, With Many A Foul And Midnight Murder Fed.

Thought Would Destroy Their Paradise.

And Moody Madness Laughing Wild Amid Severest Woe.

A Fav'rite Has No Friend!