I Discovered A Meal Between Breakfast And

Noblest Minds Are Easiest Bent.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

Short Is My Date, But Deathless My Renown.

How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The Name.

So It Is That The Gods Do Not Give All Men Gifts Of Grace - Neither Good Looks Nor Intelligence Nor Eloquence.