Fuss Is The Froth Of Business.

How Bravely Autumn Paints Upon The Sky The Gorgeous Fame Of Summer Which Is Fled!

A Man That's Fond Precociously Of Stirring , :;:; Must Be A Spoon.

How Bless'd The Heart That Has A Friend. A Sympathizing Ear To Lend.

O Men With Sisters Dear, O Men With Mothers And Wives, It Is Not Linen You 're Wearing Out, But Human Creatures' Lives!

For Man May Pious Texts Repeat, And Yet Religion Have No Inward Seat