They Truly Mourn, That Mourn Without A

In England The Only Homage Which They Pay To Virtue - Is Hypocrisy.

Dreading That Climax Of All Human Ills The Inflammation Of His Weekly Bills.

So The Struck Eagle, Stretch'd Upon The Plain, No More Through Rolling Clouds To Soar Again, View'd His Own Feather On The Fatal Dart, And Wing'd The Shaft That Quiver'd In His Heart.

Smiles Form The Channels Of A Future Tear.

There Is, In Fact, No Law Or Government At All; And It Is Wonderful How Well Things Go On Without Them.