I Am She, O Most Bucolical Juvenal,

Give Me An Honest Laugher.

O Caledonia! Stern And Wild, Meet Nurse For A Poetic Child! Land Of Brown Heath And Shaggy Wood; Land Of The Mountain And The Flood!

It Is A Great Disgrace To Religion, To Imagine That It Is An Enemy To Mirth And Cheerfulness, And A Severe Exacter Of Pensive Looks And Solemn Faces.

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.

Tears Are The Softening Showers Which Cause The Seed Of Heaven To Spring Up In The Human Heart.