Frost Is The Greatest Artist In Our

The Best Of Friends Fall Out, And So His Teeth Had Done Some Years Ago.

My Tears Must Stop, For Every Drop Hinders Needle And Thread.

How Widely Its Agencies Vary,- To Save, To Ruin, To Curse, To Bless,- As Even Its Minted Coins Express, Now Stamp'd With The Image Of Good Queen Bess, And Now Of A Bloody Mary.

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations

Whoe'er Has Gone Thro' London Street, Has Seen A Butcher Gazing At His Meat, And How He Keeps Gloating Upon A Sheep's Or Bullock's Personals, As If His Own; How He Admires His Halves And Quarters--and His Calves, As If In Truth Upon His Own Legs Grown.