In Indolent Vacuity Of Thought.

A Man Renowned For Repartee Will Seldom Scruple To Make Free With Friendship's Finest Feeling, Will Thrust A Dagger At Your Breast, And Say He Wounded You In Jest, By Way Of Balm For Healing.

No, Freedom Has A Thousand Charms To Show That Slaves, Howe'er Contented, Never Know.

Where Thou Art Gone, Adieus And Farewells Are A Sound Unknown.

Built God A Church And Laughed His Word To Scorn.

Necessity Invented Stools, Convenience Next Suggested Elbow-chairs, And Luxury The Accomplish'd Sofa Last.