Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.
Matthew Green

Experience join'd with common sense, To mortals is a providence.
Matthew Green

Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
Matthew Green

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

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

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

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

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