Credulity Is The Man's Weakness, But The

Separate From The Pleasure Of Your Company, I Don't Much Care If I Never See Another Mountain In My Life.

The Truant Fancy Was A Wanderer Ever.

A Persian's Heaven Is Eas'ly Made: 't Is But Black Eyes And Lemonade.

And The Tear That We Shed, Though In Secret It Rolls, Shall Long Keep His Memory Green In Our Souls.

When True Hearts Lie Wither'd And Fond Ones Are Flown, Oh, Who Would Inhabit This Bleak World Alone?