A Dominie In Gray-- Put Gently Up

Drunkards Of Summer Are Quite As Frequent As Drunkards Of Wine.

Elysium Is As Far As To The Very Nearest Room, If In That Room A Friend Await Felicity Of Doom.

Longing Is Like A Seed That Wrestles In The Ground

To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave, But Gallanter, I Know, Who Charge Within The Bosom, The Cavalry Of Woe.

Those Who Lift Their Hats Shall See Nature As Devout Do God.