Then Marble, Soften'd Into Life, Grew Warm.

Cursed Be The Verse, How Well So E'er It Flow, That Tends To Make One Worthy Man My Foe.

And All Who Told It Added Something New, And All Who Heard It, Made Enlargements Too.

How Index-learning Turns No Student Pale, Yet Holds The Eel Of Science By The Tail!

Horses (thou Say'st) And Asses Men May Try, And Ring Suspected Vessels Ere They Buy; But Wives, A Random Choice, Untried They Take; They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake; Then, Nor Till Then, The Veil's Removed Away, And All The Woman Glares In Open Day.

The Season When To Come, And When To Go, To Sing, Or Cease To Sing, We Never Know.