Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou

For Danger Levels Man And Brute And All Are Fellows In Their Need.

I Am Resolved To Grow Fat, And Look Young Till Forty.

When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He Joys To Pull The Ripened Pear.

Or Hast Thou Known The World So Long In Vain?

He Trudged Along Unknowing What He Sought, And Whistled As He Went, For Want Of Thought.