Suspicion Is A Heavy Armor And With

Critics! Those Cut-throat Bandits In The Paths Of Fame.

When Matters Are Desperate We Must Put On A Desperate Face.

Some Rhyme A Neebor's Name To Lash; Some Rhyme (vain Thought!) For Needfu' Cash; Some Rhyme To Court The Countra Clash, An' Raise A Din; For Me, An Aim I Never Fash; I Rhyme For Fun.

Who Made The Heart, 'tis He Alone Decidedly Can Try Us

Good Lord, What Is Man! For As Simple He Looks, Do But Try To Develop His Books And His Crooks, With His Depths And His Shallows, His Good And His Evil, All In All, He's A Problem Must Puzzle The Devil.