'tis Solitude Should Teach Us How To

And Gentle Winds And Waters Near, Make Music To The Lonely Ear.

Champagne With Its Foaming Whirls/as White As Cleopatra's Pearls.

And Angling Too, That Solitary Vice, What Izaak Walton Sings Or Says: The Quaint, Old, Cruel Coxcomb, In His Gullet Should Have A Hook, And A Small Trout To Pull It.

Despair And Genius Are Too Oft Connected

The Dome Of Thought, The Palace Of The Soul.