Feel You The Barren Flattery Of A

Feel You The Barren Flattery Of A Rhyme? Can Poets Soothe You, When You Pine For Bread, By Winding Myrtle Round Your Ruin'd Shed?

He Tried The Luxury Of Doing Good.

What Is A Church? Let Truth And Reason Speak, They Would Reply, "the Faithful, Pure And Meek, From Christian Folds, The One Selected Race, Of All Professions, And In Every Place.

Habit With Him Was All The Test Of Truth; It Must Be Right: I've Done It From My Youth.

't Was Good Advice, And Meant, My Son, Be Good.