I Fell Asleep Reading A Dull Book

The Swan, Like The Soul Of The Poet, By The Dull World Is Ill Understood.

Money Is The God Of Our Time, And Rothschild Is His Prophet.

The Eyes Of Spring, So Azure, Are Peeping From The Ground; They Are The Darling Violets, That I In Nosegays Bound.

Like A Great Poet, Nature Knows How To Produce The Greatest Effects With The Most Limited Means.

He Who Fights With Priests May Make Up His Mind To Have His Poor Good Name Torn And Befouled By The Most Infamous Lies And The Most Cutting Slanders.