Yet I Did Love Thee To The

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.

Yet Truth Will Sometimes Lend Her Noblest Fires, And Decorate The Verse Herself Inspires: This Fact, In Virtue's Name, Let Crabbe Attest,- Though Nature's Sternest Painter, Yet The Best.

I Awoke One Morning And Found Myself Famous.

Pure Friendship's Well-feigned Blush.

I Should Be Very Willing To Redress Men Wrongs, And Rather Check Than Punish Crimes, Had Not Cervantes, In That All Too True Tale Of Quixote, Shown How All Such Efforts Fail.