Fanaticism, The False Fire Of An Overheated

An Idler Is A Watch That Wants Both Hands; As Useless If It Goes As When It Stands.

Fancy, Like The Finger Of A Clock, Runs The Great Circuit, And Is Still At Home.

The Frenchman, Easy, Debonair, And Brisk, Give Him His Lass, His Fiddle, And His Frisk, Is Always Happy, Reign Whoever May, And Laughs The Sense Of Mis'ry Far Away.

Mountains Interposed Make Enemies Of Nations, Who Had Else Like Kindred Drops Been Mingled Into One.

There Goes The Parson, Oh Illustrious Spark! And There, Scarce Less Illustrious, Goes The Clerk.