One Grain Of Incense With

But Married Once, A Man Is Stak'd Or Pown'd, And Cannot Graze Beyond His Own Hedge.

What A Seaof Melting Ice I Walk On!

Thou Art Figured Blind, And Yet We Borrow Our Best Sight From Thee.

Like A Rough Orator, That Brings More Truth Than Rhetoric, To Make Good His Accusation.

0 Summer Friendship, Whose Flat-tering Leaves Shadowed Us In Our Prosperity, With The Least Gust, Drop Off In The Autumn Of Adversity.