...an Old Man Is Twice A Child.

I'll Make My Heaven In A Lady's Lap

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death!

And Thou, All-shaking Thunder, Strike Flat The Thick Rotundity O' The World! Crack Nature's Moulds, All Germens Spill At Once That Makes Ingrateful Man!

He Receives Comfort Like Cold Porridge.

One May Smile, And Smile, And Be A Villain.