Earth! Render Back From Out Thy Breast

We Are All Selfish And I No More Trust Myself Than Others With A Good Motive.

The Poor Dog, In Life The Firmest Friend. The First To Welcome, Foremost To Defend.

In General I Do Not Draw Well With Literary Men -- Not That I Dislike Them But I Never Know What To Say To Them After I Have Praised Their Last Publication.

My Hair Is Grey, But Not With Years, Nor Grew It White In A Single Night, As Men's Have Grown From Sudden Fears.

And Doubt And Discord Step 'twixt Thine And Thee.