Eve Left Adam, To Meet The Devil

There Is A Certain Majesty In Simplicity Which Is Far Above All The Quaintness Of Wit.

Envy Will Merit, As Its Shade, Pursue

Where Grows?--where Grows It Not? If Vain Our Toil, We Ought To Blame The Culture, Not The Soil.

Heaven Gave To Woman The Peculiar Grace To Spin, To Weep, And Cully Human Race.

Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And The Flow Of Soul.