Fear Guides More Than Gratitude.

Ask Me No Questions, And I'll Tell You No Lies.

No Vernal Blooms Their Torpid Rocks Array, But Winter Lingering Chills The Lap Of May; No Zephyr Fondly Sues The Mountain's Breast, But Meteors Glare, And Stormy Glooms Invest.

A Man He Was To All The Country Dear, And Passing Rich With Forty Pounds A Year.

Hope Is Such A Bait, It Covers Any Hook.

Where'er I Roam, Whatever Realms To See, My Heart Untravelled, Fondly Turns To Thee; Still To My Brother Turns, With Ceaseless Pain, And Drags At Each Remove A Lengthening Chain.