Pity It Is To Slay The Meanest

The Cowslip Is A Country Wench.

Whilst Breezy Waves Toss Up Their Silvery Spray.

Comfort And Indolence Are Cronies.

And There Is Even A Happiness That Makes The Heart Afraid.

He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up The Wrong Way, Tormenting Himself With His Prickles.