Implores The Passing Tribute Of

I Shall Be But A Shrimp Of An Author.

As To Posterity, I May Ask What Has It Ever Done To Oblige Me?

We Frolic While 'tis May.

Ah, Happy Hills! Ah, Pleasing Shade! Ah, Fields Beloved In Vain! Where Once My Careless Childhood Stray'd, A Stranger Yet To Pain! I Feel The Gales That From Ye Blow A Momentary Bliss Bestow.

One Principal Characteristic Of Vice In The Present Age Is The Contempt Of Fame.