Coffee Which Makes The Politician Wise, And

Ah! What Avails It Me The Flocks To Keep, Who Lost My Heart While I Preserv'd My Sheep.

But Satan Now Is Wiser Than Of Yore, And Tempts By Making Rich, Not Making Poor.

What Bosom Beast Not In His Country's Cause?

See! From The Brake The Whirring Pheasant Springs, And Mounts Exulting On Triumphant Wings; Short Is His Joy! He Feels The Fiery Wound, Flutters In Blood, And Panting Beats The Ground.

The Enormous Faith Of Many Made For One.