Ever A Glutton, At Another's

The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid Eyes And Gaping Mouth, That Testified Surprise.

Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth, Our Appetites As Apt To Change As Theirs, And Full As Craving Too, And Full As Vain.

Doeg, Though Without Knowing How Or Why, Made Still A Blundering Kind Of Melody; Spurr'd Boldly On, And Dash'd Through Thick And Thin, Through Sense And Nonsense, Never Out Nor In; Free From All Meaning Whether Good Or Bad, And In One Word, Heroically Mad.

He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes Oft Sees A Counterfeit.