A Perfect Woman's But A

Health Consists With Temperance Alone.

Of Fight Or Fly, This Choice Is Left Ye, To Resist Or Die.

Dear, Damned, Distracting Town, Farewell! Thy Fools No More I'll Tease: This Year In Peace, Ye Critics, Dwell, Ye Harlots, Sleep At Ease!

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.

Is That A Birthday? 'tis, Alas! Too Clear; 'tis But The Funeral Of The Former Year.