Science Has Succeeded To Poetry,

I Give Thee All,-i Can No More, Though Poor The Off'ring Be; My Heart And Lute Are All The Store That I Can Bring To Thee.

A Laxity Pervades The Popular Use Of Words.

I Cannot Sit And Think; Books Think For Me.

May Be The Truth Is, That One Pipe Is Wholesome, Two Pipes Toothsome, Three Pipes Noisome, Four Pipes Fulsome, Five Pipes Quarrelsome; And That's The Some On't.

Beholding Heaven, And Feeling Hell.