No Creature Smarts So Little As A

While Pensive Poets Painful Vigils Keep, Sleepless Themselves, To Give Their Readers Sleep.

O Peace! How Many Wars Were Waged In Thy Name.

Oh! Be Thou Blest With All That Heaven Can Send, Long Health, Long Youth, Long Pleasure-and A Friend.

Coffee Which Makes The Politician Wise, And See Through All Things With His Half-shut Eyes.

All Are But Parts Of One Stupendous Whole, Whose Body Nature Is, And God The Soul.