He Makes A Very Handsome Corpse And

Nobody With Me At Sea But Myself.

Turn, Gentle Hermit Of The Dale, And Guide My Lonely Way To Where Yon Taper Cheers The Vale With Hospitable Ray.

Our Garrick 's A Salad; For In Him We See Oil, Vinegar, Sugar, And Saltness Agree!

In All The Silent Manliness Of Grief.

And The Weak Soul, Within Itself Unbless'd, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.