A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands,

Muse Of The Many Twinkling Feet, Whose Charms Are Now Extending Up From Legs To Arms.

Let No Man Grumble When His Friends Fall Off, As They Will Do Like Leaves At The First Breeze; When Your Affairs Come Round, One Way Or T'other, Go To The Coffee House, And Take Another.

The Light Of Love, The Purity Of Grace, The Mind, The Music Breathing From Her Face, The Heart Whose Softness Harmonised The Whole — And, Oh! That Eye Was In Itself A Soul!

He Who Surpasses Or Subdues Mankind, Must Look Down On The Hate Of Those Below.

That Famish'd People Must Be Slowly Nurst, And Fed By Spoonfuls, Else They Always Burst.