Unmissed But By His Dogs And By

Th' Embroid'ry Of Poetic Dreams.

I Have A Kitten,the Drollest Of All Creatures That Ever Wore A Cat's Skin.

Riches Have Wings, And Grandeur Is A Dream.

Fashion, Leader Of A Chatt'ring Train, Whom Man For His Own Hurt Permits To Reign Who Shifts And Changes All Things But His Shape, And Would Degrade Her Vot'ry To An Ape, The Fruitful Parent Of Abuse And Wrong, Holds A Usurp'd Dominion O'er His Tongue, There Sits And Prompts Him With His Own Disgrace, Prescribes The Theme, The Tone, And The Grimace, And When Accomplish'd In Her Wayward School, Calls Gentleman Whom She Has Made A Fool.

God Made The Country, And Man Made The Town.