They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock

Happy The Man Whose Wish And Care A Few Paternal Acres Bound, Content To Breathe His Native Air In His Own Ground.

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit, There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It

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

And Make Each Day A Critic On The Last.

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.