And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!

Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose, And shook within their pyramids to hear A new Cambyses thundering in their ear; While the dark shades of forty ages stood Like startled giants by Nile's famous flood.

Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.

I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.

Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.

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

The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.