I Am As Comfortless As A Pilgrim

Just As Old Age Is Creeping On Space, And Clouds Come O'er The Sunset Of Our Day, They Kindly Leave Us, Though Not Quite Alone, But In Good Company--the Gout Or Stone.

Divine In Hookas, Glorious In A Pipe When Tipp'd With Amber, Mellow, Rich, And Ripe;... Yet Thy True Lovers More Admire By Far Thy Naked Beauties - Give Me A Cigar!

Alas! How Deeply Painful Is All Payment!

And Life 's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles Near The Brim.

Who Tracks The Steps Of Glory To The Grave?