Who Then Will Explain The Explanation?

Let Not His Mode Of Raising Cash Seem Strange, Although He Fleeced The Flags Of Every Nation, For Into A Prime Minister But Change His Title, And 'tis Nothing But Taxation.

Nor All That Heralds Rake From Coffin'd Clay, Nor Florid Prose, Nor Honied Lies Of Rhyme, Can Blazon Evil Deeds, Or Consecrate A Crime.

Of All Tales 'tis The Saddest--and More Sad, Because It Makes Us Smile.

I Am Surrounded Here By Parsons And Methodists, But As You Will See, Not Infested With The Mania.

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.