Seasoned Life Of Man Preserved And Stored

I On The Other Side Us'd No Ambition To Commend My Deeds; The Deeds Themselves, Though Mute, Spoke Loud The Doer.

A Death-like Sleep, A Gentle Wafting To Immortal Life.

And The Jocund Rebecks Sound To Many A Youth, And Many A Maid, Dancing In The Checkered Shade. And Young And Old Come Forth To Play On A Sunshine Holiday.

For Books Are As Meats And Viands Are; Some Of Good, Some Of Evil Sub-stance.

And Every Shepherd Tells His Tale Under The Hawthorn In The Dale.