Ill Fortune Seldom Comes Alone.

An Horrible Stillness First Invades Our Ear, And In That Silence We The Tempest Fear.

Raw In The Fields The Rude Militia Swarms, Mouth Without Hands; Maintained At Vast Expense, In Peace A Charge, In War A Weak Defence.

Uncertain Whose The Narrowest Span,--the Clown Unread, Or Half-read Gentleman.

Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou Art To Wreck.

The People's Prayer, The Glad Diviner's Theme, The Young Men's Vision, And The Old Men's Dream!