Like The Bee, We Should

Villainy, When Detected, Never Gives Up, But Boldly Adds Impudence To Imposture.

Nobody With Me At Sea But Myself.

Such Dainties To Them, Their Health It Might Hurt; It 's Like Sending Them Ruffles When Wanting A Shirt.

The Wretch Condemn'd With Life To Part, Still, Still On Hope Relies; And Every Pang That Rends The Heart Bids Expectation Rise.

In All The Silent Manliness Of Grief.