A Fav'rite Has No Friend!

Men Will Believe Anything At All Provided They Are Under No Obligation To Believe It.

Far From The Madding Crowd's Ignoble Strife Their Sober Wishes Never Learn'd To Stray; Along The Cool Sequester'd Vale Of Life They Kept The Noiseless Tenor Of Their Way.

Far From The Madding Crowd's Ignoble Strife.

Man's Feeble Race What Ills Await! Labour, And Penury, The Racks Of Pain, Disease, And Sorrow's Weeping Train, And Death, Sad Refuge From The Storms Of Fate!

From Helicon's Harmonious Springs A Thousand Rills Their Mazy Progress Take.