The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
For thus the royal mandate ran, When first the human race began, "The social, friendly honest man, Whate'er he be, Tis he fulfils great Nature's plan, And none but he!"
Ambition is a meteor-gleam; Fame a restless airy dream; Pleasures, insects on the wing Round Peace, th' tend rest flow'r of spring.