Who Calls A Lawyer Rogue,

Secrets With Girls, Like Guns With Boys, Are Never Valued Till They Make A Noise.

Habit With Him Was All The Test Of Truth; It Must Be Right: I've Done It From My Youth.

Life's Bloomy Flush Was Lost.

All Green Was Anished Sae Of Pine And Yew, That Still Displayed Their Melancholy Hue; Sae The Green Holly With Its Berries Red, And The Green Moss That O'er The Grael Spread.

Oh How The Passions, Insolent And Strong, Bear Our Weak Minds Their Rapid Course Along; Make Us The Madness Of Their Will Obey; Then Die And Leave Us To Our Griefs As Prey!