The Good He Scorn'd Stalk'd Off Reluctant,

Whistling Aloud To Bear His Courage Up.

The Good He Scorn'd Stalk'd Off Reluctant, Like An Ill-us'd Ghost, Not To Return; Or If It Did, Its Visits Like Those Of Angels, Short, And Far Between.

Friendship! Mysterious Cement Of The Soul, Sweet'ner Of Life, And Solder Of Society.

Throughout The Whole Vegetable, Sensible, And Rational World, Whatever Makes Progress Towards Maturity, As Soon As It Has Passed That Point, Begins To Verge Towards Decay.

Action, So To Speak, Is The Genius Of Nature.