Our Proper Bliss Depends On What We

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.

Learn Of The Little Nautilus To Sail, Spread The Thin Oar, And Catch The Driving Gale.

So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

Alas! The Small Discredit Of A Bribe Scarce Hurts The Lawyer, But Undoes The Scribe.

The Search Of Our Future Being Is But A Needless, Anxious, And Haste To Be Knowing, Sooner Than We Can, What, Without All This Solicitude, We Shall Know A Little Later.