The Grave, Dread Thing! Men

The Good He Scorn'd Stalk'd Off Reluctant, Like An Ill-us'd Ghost, Not To Return; Or If It Did, Its Visits Like Those Of Angels, Short, And Far Between.

Friendship! Mysterious Cement Of The Soul, Sweet'ner Of Life, And Solder Of Society.

Throughout The Whole Vegetable, Sensible, And Rational World, Whatever Makes Progress Towards Maturity, As Soon As It Has Passed That Point, Begins To Verge Towards Decay.

The Tap'ring Pyramid, The Egyptian's Pride, And Wonder Of The World, Whose Spiky Top Has Wounded The Thick Cloud.

Whistling Aloud To Bear His Courage Up.