And Life 's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles

Your Thief Looks Exactly Like The Rest, Or Rather Better; 'tis Only At The Bar, And In The Dungeon, That Wise Men Know Your Felon By His Features.

Whatsoever Thy Birth, Thou Wert A Beautiful Thought, And Softly Bodied Forth.

Keep Thy Smooth Words And Juggling Homilies For Those Who Know Thee Not.

As Falls The Dew On Quenchless Sands, Blood Only Serves To Wash Ambition's Hands.

Now I Shall Go To Sleep. Goodnight.