A Few Drops Sprinkled On

Heaven Know Its Time; The Bullet Has Its Billet

O! Many A Shaft, At Random Sent, Finds Mark The Archer Little Meant! And Many A Word, At Random Spoken, May Soothe Or Wound A Heart That's Broken!

Art Thou A Friend To Roderick?

I Have Heard Men Talk About The Blessings Of Freedom," He Said To Himself, "but I Wish Any Wise Man Would Teach Me What Use To Make Of It Now That I Have It.

Never Was Flattery Lost On A Poet's Ear; A Simple Race, They Waste Their Toil For The Vain Tribute Of A Smile.