Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.

Talk of unusual swell of waist In maid of honor loosely laced.

Fling but a stone, the giant dies.

Nor bigots who but one way see, through blinkers of authority.

Experience join’d with common sense, To mortals is a providence.

Though pleas’d to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way.

Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.

Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.

They politics like ours profess, the greater prey upon the less.