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.

The fire, with well-dried logs supplied,
Went roaring up the chimney wide.

The fire, with well-dried logs supplied,
Went roaring up the chimney wide.

By the needle you shall draw the thread, and by that which is
past, see how that which is read more

By the needle you shall draw the thread, and by that which is
past, see how that which is to come will be drawne on.

Handsome features are a silent recommendation.

Handsome features are a silent recommendation.

Why will no man confess his faults? Because he continues to
indulge in them; a man cannot tell his read more

Why will no man confess his faults? Because he continues to
indulge in them; a man cannot tell his dream till he wakes.

For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs,
Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter.

For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs,
Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

Dry feet, warme head, bring safe to bed.

Dry feet, warme head, bring safe to bed.

Threatned men eat bread, says the Spaniard.

Threatned men eat bread, says the Spaniard.