For Where'er The Sun Does Shine, And

The Crow Wished Everything Was Black, The Owl, That Everything Was White.

Nothing Can Be More Contemptible Than To Suppose Public Records To Be True.

Love To Faults Is Always Blind, Always Is To Joy Inclined. Lawless, Winged, And Unconfined, And Breaks All Chains From Every Mind.

The Cut Worm Forgives The Plow.

The Gulfing Whale Was Like A Dot In The Spell. Yet Look Upon It, And 'twould Size And Swell To Its Huge Self, And The Minutest Fish Would Pass The Very Hardest Gazer's Wish, And Show His Little Eye's Anatomy.