“The paths of rectitude—for short’s the span,
“Remember while these monuments you view,
“The chiefest study of mankind is man.”
ON MY BEARD.—a sonnet.
The orb of day seven times, this fatal morn,
Has sped his course thro’ each revolving sign,
Since first in evil hour, reluctant torn,
The down of youth forsook these cheeks of mine.
Ah! fashion! had I view’d thy sneers with scorn,