Most Women Have No Characters

Homer Excels All The Inventors Of Other Arts In This: That He Has Swallowed Up The Honor Of Those Who Succeeded Him.

Interspersed In Lawn And Opening Glades, Thin Trees Arise That Shun Each Others' Shades.

Some Are Bewildered In The Maze Of Schools, And Some Made Coxcombs Nature Meant But Fools.

You Beat Your Pate, And Fancy Wit Will Come: Knock As You Please, There's No Body At Home.

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.