When Chill November's Surly Blast Made Fields

Morality, Thou Deadly Bane, Thy Tens O' Thousands Thou Hast Slain! Vain Is His Hope, Whose Stay An' Trust Is In Moral Mercy, Truth, And Justice!

Some Books Are Lies Frae End To End.

Painters And Poets Have Liberty To Lie.

The Great Creator To Revere Must Sure Become The Creature; But Still The Preaching Cant Forbear, And Ev'n The Rigid Feature: Yet Ne'er With Wits Profane To Range Be Complaisance Extended;an Atheist Laugh's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended.

As Tammie Glow'red, Amazed And Curious, The Mirth And Fun Grew Fast And Furious.