For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main,

Suspicion Is A Heavy Armor And With Its Weight It Impedes More Than It Protects.

It Is Cruelty To Be Humane To Rebels, And Humanity Is Cruelty.

Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flow'r, Its Bloom Is Shed.

See Social-life And Glee Sit Down, All Joyous And Unthinking, Till, Quite Transmugrified, They're Grown Debauchery And Drinking

And Wild-scatter'd Cowslips Bedeck The Green Dale.