Old Man! 'tis Not Difficult To Die.

And Angling Too, That Solitary Vice, What Izaak Walton Sings Or Says: The Quaint, Old, Cruel Coxcomb, In His Gullet Should Have A Hook, And A Small Trout To Pull It.

Let Joy Be Unconfined.

Think Not I Am What I Appear.

What Men Call Gallantry, And Gods Adultery, Is Much More Common Where The Climate's Sultry.

Fair Greece! Sad Relic Of Departed Worth! Immortal, Though No More! Though Fallen, Great!