I have a kitten,the drollest of all creatures that ever wore a cat's skin.
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge
Some write a narrative of wars and feats, Of heroes little known, and call the rant A history.
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.