Luxurious Lobster-nights, Farewell, For Sober, Studious Days!

Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A Crust Of Bread, And Liberty!

How Instinct Varies In The Grov'ling Swine.

In Lazy Apathy Let Stoics Boast, Their Virtue Fixed, 'tis Fixed As In A Frost.

Chiefs Who No More In Bloody Fights Engage, But Wise Through Time, And Narrative With Age, In Summer-days Like Grasshoppers Rejoice - A Bloodless Race, That Send A Feeble Voice.

Genius Creates, And Taste Preserves.