 Fling but a stone, the giant dies. |
| Avarice, the sphincter of the heart. |
| Though pleas'd to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way. |
| Nor bigots who but one way see, through blinkers of authority. |
| Experience join'd with common sense, To mortals is a providence. |
| They politics like ours profess, the greater prey upon the less. |
| 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. |
