Yon Grey Lines That Fret The Clouds

While Thou Livest Keep A Good Tongue In Thy Head.

The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows Make.

In Limited Professions There's Boundless Theft.

Dead Shepherd, Now I Find Thy Saw Of Might. Whoever Lov'd That Lov'd Not At First Sight.

Ask God For Temp'rance. That's Th' Appliance Only Which Your Disease Requires.