'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.

Boot, Saddle, To Horse, And Away!

The Curious Crime, The Fine Felicity And Flower Of Wickedness.

Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

And Let Them Pass, As They Will Too Soon, With The Bean-flowers' Boon, And The Blackbird's Tune, And May, And June!

It's Wiser Being Good Than Bad; It's Safer Being Meek Than Fierce: It's Fitter Being Sane Than Mad.