Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads Downward, Perhaps, But Fiddles All The Way!

From The Sprinkled Isles, Lily On Lily, That O'erlace The Sea.

God Be Thanked, The Meanest Of His Creatures Boasts Two Soul-sides, One To Face The World With, One To Show A Woman When He Loves Her.

Faultless To A Fault.

I Want To Know A Butcher Paints, A Baker Rhymes For His Pursuit, Candlestick-maker Much Acquaints His Soul With Song, Or, Haply Mute, Blows Out His Brains Upon The Flute.