How Fit He Is To

Self-preservation, Nature's First Great Law, All The Creatures, Except Man, Doth Awe.

I Have A Garden Of My Own, But So With Roses Overgrown, And Lilies, That You Would It Guess To Be A Little Wilderness.

Among The Blind The One-eyed Blinkard Reigns

How Could Such Sweet And Wholesome Hours Be Reckoned, But In Herbs And Flowers?

The Grave's A Fine And Private Place, But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.