Ambition Is Not What Man

I Want To Know A Butcher Paints, A Baker Rhymes For His Pursuit, Candlestick-maker Much Acquaints His Soul With Song, Or, Haply Mute, Blows Out His Brains Upon The Flute.

Just For A Handful Of Silver He Left Us, Just For A Riband To Stick In His Coat.

Talent Should Minister To Genius.

Life Is An Empty Dream.

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.