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!"

Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!

Morality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain! Vain is his hope, whose stay an' trust is In moral mercy, truth, and justice!

'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!

If there's another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.

My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.

Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.