An Englishman Fears Contempt More Than Death.

To Be Poor, And To Seem Poor, Is A Certain Method Never To Rise.

Amid Thy Desert-walks The Lapwing Flies, And Tires Their Echoes With Unvaried Cries.

Even Children Follow'd With Endearing Wile, And Pluck'd His Gown, To Share The Good Man's Smile.

Thus Let Me Hold Thee To My Heart, And Every Care Resign: And We Shall Never, Never Part, My Life-my All That's Mine!

Every Want That Stimulates The Breast Becomes A Source Of Pleasure When Redressed.