Laughter Ispleasant, Butthe Exertion Istoomuchfor Me.

A Book That Furnishes No Quotations, Is Me Judice, No Book, — It Is A Plaything.

But Still My Fancy Wanders Free Through That Which Might Have Been.

Not Drunk Is He Who From The Floor - Can Rise Alone And Still Drink More; But Drunk Is They, Who Prostrate Lies, Without The Power To Drink Or Rise.

He Kept At True Good Humor's Mark The Social Flow Of Pleasure's Tide: He Never Made A Brow Look Dark, Nor Caused A Tear, But When He Died.

The Truth, I Am Convinced, Is That There Is No Longer A Poetical Audience Among The Higher Class Of Minds, That Moral, Political, And Physical Science Have Entirely Withdrawn From Poetry The Attention Of All Whose Attention Is Worth Having; And That The Poetical Reading Public Being Composed Of The Mere Dregs Of The Intellectual Community, The Most Sufficing Passport To Their Favour Must Rest On The Mixture Of A Little Easily-intelligible Portion Of Mawkish Sentiment With An Absolute Negation Of Reason And Knowledge.