I am not of those miserable males br Who sniff at vice and, daring not to snap, br Do therefore hope for heaven. I take the hap br Of all my deeds. The wind that fills my sails br Propels; but I am helmsman. Am I wrecked, br I know the devil has sufficient weight br To bear: I lay it not on him, or fate. br Besides, he's damned. That man I do suspect br A coward, who would burden the poor deuce br With what ensues from his own slipperiness. br I have just found a wanton-scented tress br In an old desk, dusty for lack of use. br Of days and nights it is demonstrative, br That, like some aged star, gleam luridly.