Rogues In Rags Are Kept In Countenance

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor For Her Favors Call; She Comes Unlooked For, If She Comes At All .

But Honest Instinct Comes A Volunteer; Sure Never To O'er-shoot, But Just To Hit, While Still Too Wide Or Short In Human Wit.

For Critics, As They Are Birds Of Prey, Have Ever A Natural Inclination To Carrion.

The Meeting Points The Sacred Hair Dissever From The Fair Head, Forever, And Forever! Then Flashed The Living Lightning From Her Eyes, And Screams Of Horror Rend Th' Affrighted Skies.

Age And Want Sit Smiling At The Gate.