While Resignation Gently Slopes Away, And All

Fancy Restrained May Be Compared To A Fountain, Which Plays Highest By Diminishing The Aperture.

Well Had The Boding Tremblers Learned To Trace The Day's Disasters In His Morning Face.

True Genius Walks Along A Line, And, Perhaps, Our Greatest Pleasure Is In Seeing It So Often Near Falling, Without Being Ever Actually Down.

But Me, Not Destined Such Delights To Share, My Prime Of Life In Wandering Spent And Care; Impell'd, With Steps Unceasing, To Pursue Some Fleeting Good, That Mocks Me With The View That, Like The Circle Bounding Earth And Skies, Allures From Far, Yet, As I Follow, Flies; My Fortune Leads To Traverse Reams Alone, And Find No Spot Of All The World My Own.

As In Some Irish Houses, Where Things Are So-so, One Gammon Of Bacon Hangs Up For A Show; But, For Eating A Rasher Of What They Take Pride In, They'd As Soon Think Of Eating The Pan It Is Fried In.