Many A Law, Many A Commandment Have

November's Sky Is Chill And Drear, November's Leaf Is Red And Sear.

All Live By Seeming. The Beggar Begs With It, And The Gay Courtier Gains Land And Title, Rank And Rule, By Seeming; The Clergy Scorn It Not, And The Bold Soldier Will Eke With It His Service.--all Admit It, All Practise It; And He Who Is Content With Showing What He Is, Shall Have Small Credit In Church, Or Camp, Or State.--so Wags The World.

In Listening Mood She Seemed To Stand, The Guardian Naiad Of The Strand.

High Minds, Of Native Pride And Force, Most Deeply Feel Thy Pangs, Remorse; Fear, For Their Scourge, Means Villains Have, Thou Art The Torturer Of The Brave!

Where, Where Was Roderick Then? One Blast Upon His Bugle Horn Were Worth A Thousand Men.