He Is Winding The Watch Of His

Old Time The Clock-setter.

There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep In The Grave

That Skull Had A Tongue In It, And Could Sing Once: How The Knave Jowls It To The Ground, As If It Were Cain's Jaw-bone, That Did The First Murder! It Might Be The Pate Of A Politician, Which This Ass Now O'er-reaches; One That Would Circumvent God, Might It Not?

For A Noble Heart, The Most Precious Gift Becomes Poor, When The Giver Stops Loving.

I Bear A Charmed Life, Which Must Not Yield To One Of Woman Born.