Money wants no followers.

Money wants no followers.

Punishment is lame, but it comes.

Punishment is lame, but it comes.

Good Americans when they die go to Paris.

Good Americans when they die go to Paris.

To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious read more

To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool a font.

A credulous thing is love.

A credulous thing is love.

Favours out of place I regard as positive injuries.

Favours out of place I regard as positive injuries.

Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.

Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.

This is my wish, this is my command, my pleasure is my reason.

This is my wish, this is my command, my pleasure is my reason.

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad read more

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad truth, which hovers o'er my desk,
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.