Not To Ask Is Not Be Denied.

Ever A Glutton, At Another's Cost, But In Whose Kitchen Dwells Perpetual Frost.

Learn To Write Well, Or Not To Write At All.

And That One Hunting, Which The Devil Design'd For One Fair Female, Lost Him Half The Kind.

…so When The Last And Dreadful Hour This Crumbling Pageant Shall Devour, The Trumpet Shall Be Heard On High, The Dead Shall Live, The Living Die, And Music Shall Untune The Sky

Mankind Is Ever The Same, And Nothing Lost Out Of Nature, Though Everything Is Altered.