| Shakspeare and Milton. |
| A lofty Christian shrine our Milton is, But Shakspeare is the world's metropolis. |
| Slow Wife and Fast Husband. |
| On his wild ways as calmly smileth she, As the May moon upon a roaring sea. |
| Sorrow. |
| Sorrow's dark storm he blesses through all years Who finds the priceless pearl among his tears. |
| Tennyson and Petrarch. |
| Love's laureate crown Italian Petrarch won; Friendship's we twine for British Tennyson. |
| Terror. |
| The quivering flesh ignores the will's control, Unnerved beneath the palsy of the soul. |
| The Epigram. |
| Who for an epigram would try, nor fail, Puts Attic salt upon his verse's tail. |
| The Morose Man. |
| Carries within his heart a little hell, And all his phrases of the sulphur smell. |
| The Proud Man. |
| Failing to rule shuts up his swelling breast; Himself he cannot please, and scorns the rest. |
| The Vain Man. |
| Craves To Seem First in Matters Great Or Small; Always, in Short, To Be Admired of All. |
| The Likeness between Them. |
| In this at least the proud and vain agree; Each in his heart cries, "Fall and worship me!" |