All Hunt For Fame, But

Childhood, Who Like An April Morn Appears, Sunshine And Rain, Hopes Clouded O'er With Fears.

England A Fortune-telling Host, As Num'rous As The Stars, Could Boast; Matrons, Who Toss The Cup, And See The Grounds Of Fate In Grounds Of Tea.

The Best Things Carried To Excess Are Wrong.

Nor Waste Their Sweetness In The Desert Air.

Quick-circulating Slanders Mirth Afford; And Reputation Bleeds In Every Word.