Luxurious Lobster-nights, Farewell, For Sober, Studious Days!

The Life Of A Wit Is A Warfare Upon Earth.

And Little Eagles Wave Their Wings In Gold.

No More The Mounting Larks, While Daphne Sings, Shall, List'ning, In Mid-air Suspend Their Wings.

One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs.

And Binding Nature Fast In Fate, Left Free The Human Will.