Take A Dollar From A Thousand And

Though Very Poor, May Still Be Very Blest.

Such Dainties To Them, Their Health It Might Hurt; It 's Like Sending Them Ruffles When Wanting A Shirt.

Could A Man Live By It, It Were Not Unpleasant Employment To Be A Poet.

We Are All Sure Of Two Things, At Least; We Shall Suffer And We Shall All Die.

The Dog, To Gain Some Private Ends, Went Mad, And Bit The Man.