I Paint The Cot, As Truth Will

Feel You The Barren Flattery Of A Rhyme? Can Poets Soothe You, When You Pine For Bread, By Winding Myrtle Round Your Ruin'd Shed?

Hence, In These Times, Untouch'd The Pages Lie, And Slumber Out Their Immortality.

Deceivers Are The Most Dangerous Members Of Society. They Trifle With The Best Affections Of Our Nature, And Violate The Most Sacred Obligations.

Wine, Like The Rising Sun, Possession Gains, And Drives The Mist Of Dullness From The Brains, The Gloomy Vapor From The Spirit Flies, And Views Of Gaiety And Gladness Rise.

Who Calls A Lawyer Rogue, May Find, Too Lateupon One Of These Depends His Whole Estate.