There Are Three Things Which The Public

What Is A Modern Poet's Fate? / To Write His Thoughts Upon A Slate; / The Critic Spits On What Is Done, / Gives It A Wipe - And All Is Gone.

A Name, It Has More Than Nominal Worth, And Belongs To Good Or Bad Luck At Birth

When He Is Forsaken, Withered And Shaken, What Can An Old Man Do But Die?

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright And Yellow, Hard And Cold!

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations