'The rimer quenches his unheeded fires,
The sound surceases and the s'

'I ask not that my bed of death
From bands of greedy heirs be free;
'

'Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?--
He much, the old'

'Freedom, as every schoolboy knows,
Once shrieked as Kosciusko fell; '

'The cur foretells the knell of parting day;
The loafing herd winds s'

'To say is to be destroyed,
I may quarrel but what may be stated?
'

'Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to s'