Smiles Form The Channels Of A Future

There's Naught, No Doubt, So Much The Spirit Calms As Rum And True Religion.

Such Hath It Been--shall Be--beneath The Sun The Many Still Must Labour For The One.

Next To Dressing For A Rout Or Ball, Undressing Is A Woe.

Who Falls From All He Knows Of Bliss, Cares Little Into What Abyss.

Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled Stream From A Pure Source.