I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

Dreading that climax of all human ills the inflammation of his weekly bills.

For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night!

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.