It 's No Fish Ye 're Buying,

Mankind — The Race Would Perish Did They Cease To Aid Each Other.

He Hath A Share Of Man's Intelligence, But No Share Of Man's Falsehood.

I Cannot Tell How The Truth May Be; I Say The Tale As It Was Said To Me.

Woe To The Youth Whom Fancy Gains, Winning From Reason's Hand The Reins, Pity And Woe! For Such A Mind Is Soft Contemplative, And Kind.

I'll Dream No More--by Mainly Mind Not Even In Sleep Is Well Resigned. My Midnight Orisons Said O'er, I'll Turn To Rest And Dream No More.