Mercy To Him That Shows It, Is

Now Stir The Fire, And Close The Shutters Fast, Let Fall The Curtains, Wheel The Sofa Around, And While The Bubbling And Loud-hissing Urn Throws Up A Steamy Column, And The Cups That Cheer But Not Inebriate, Wait On Each, So Let Us Welcome Peaceful Evening In

Whoever Keeps An Open Ear For Tattlers Will Be Sure To Hear The Trumpet Of Contention.

... She, That Will With Kittens Jest, Should Bear A Kitten's Joke.

I Am Out Of Humanity's Reach.

Those Flimsy Webs That Break As Soon As Wrought, Attain Not To The Dignity Of Thought.