Great Talent Has Always A Little Madness

Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.

Stood For His Country's Glory Fast, And Nailed Her Colors To The Mast!

Call It Not Vain: They Do Not Err Who Say That When The Poet Dies Mute Nature Mourns Her Worshipper, And Celebrates His Obsequies.

Those Who Follow The Banners Oreason Are Like The Well-disciplined Battalions Which, Wearing A More Sober Uniform And Making A Less Dazzling Show Than The Light Troops Commanded By Imagination, Enjoy More Safety, And Even More Honor, In The Conflicts Ohuman Life.

Silence, Maiden; Thy Tongue Outruns Thy Discretion.